Three days after Berlin woke up, the doctors said she could go home.
Not to the Wayne villa. Karlos had decided that without discussion. The villa had too many moving parts and too many people who came and went and too many things he was not yet ready to have close to Berlin while she was still rebuilding her strength. He had arranged a smaller property, one of the Wayne residences on the quieter side of the city, set well back from the road, with its own security and a room prepared for Hope once she was discharged from the NICU.
Berlin agreed with the arrangement without argument.
He had loved that about her before he understood he loved her.
It made him slightly nervous now.
The house was calm and clean and full of afternoon light when they arrived. Mrs. Lydia had been there since morning, working with the housekeeper to prepare the rooms. She met Berlin at the door with a hug that lasted long enough to be healing.
