The next morning, Jillyanna opened her eyes to the soft, golden light filtering through the sheer window drapes. A rare, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she stretched lazily beneath the warm duvet. The silence in the master bedroom was absolute, heavy, and delightfully uninterrupted—no booming voice making absurd demands, no arrogant heir hovering over her with unsolicited fever checks, and no endless barrage of pet names. Travis was currently tens of thousands of feet in the air, flying across the ocean to put out corporate fires overseas.
With Travis away for at least a week, she had the perfect window of opportunity to execute Escape Plan C.
Humming a soft tune under her breath, she sat up, threw off the blanket, and went about making her bed. Once the sheets were pulled taut and the decorative pillows were neatly aligned, she padded barefoot into the adjoining master bathroom to begin her morning routine.
