After parking in the circular driveway, James cut the engine and sat there for a moment.
The sky above was a deep velvet blue, the last glimmers of daylight fading behind the hills.
The mansion loomed quietly before him, with its warm and inviting lights, promising shelter after a long and exhausting day.
With a tired sigh, James grabbed his golf bag from the passenger seat and it felt heavier than usual, and made his way toward the front door.
The moment he stepped inside, a wave of sweet, mouthwatering aroma hit him — rich spices, slow-cooked herbs, and the unmistakable scent of fresh bread.
It was like walking into a warm embrace.
He didn't even have time to call out before Leslie appeared, emerging from the kitchen with a bright smile lighting up her face.
The moment her eyes met his, she quickened her pace, closing the distance between them in a few quick steps.
