Despite all the art in the room, which included an assortment of inkblots hung in identical frames above a mantel on the other side of the dimly lit room and a number of Soviet-era statues rested on bookshelves, Luna Runehart’s gaze never strayed from the man seated next to her.

Something was particularly enthralling about the way he drank his tea.

Maybe it was the way his strong hands handled delicate china, or how he wrapped lips that she loved around the rim of his cup and drank, that had her undivided attention.

But whatever the reason, she looked at him as if it was the first time all over again. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t been watching him eat and drink for the last eight years or so—it wasn’t as though she didn’t know all the little nuances that made him him.

Luna knew Kit like the back of her own hand—from the way his eyes narrowed when he was close to losing his temper to the slight change in the way his hand wrapped tight around her throat that told her whether he was going to be gentle with her or whether he needed to fuck her harder.

She knew him that well.

But despite this, she couldn’t help watching him as he brought the cup to his lips again, blew across the top, and then took a sip, his face screwing up before he smoothed the expression away as he set the cup back down again.

There was too much sugar, she knew, but Kit was too much of a gentleman to complain.

His tea was replaced by his phone as he concentrated on whatever message was coming in. He read it, his brows drawing together a moment before his gravelly voice filled the room.

“Is there something on my face?” he asked, hardly looking at her. “I can feel you staring.”

Luna was tempted to smile. “Maybe cause you’re nice to look at?” she offered, dropping her gaze to follow the lines of his suit down to the hand he had curled around her thigh.

She had asked once whether he would ever dress down, lose the suit for a day—even on the many vacations they had taken—if he wasn’t in board shorts to hit the water, he was still formally dressed—but he had given her a look, one that told her his answer without having to open his mouth.

With an arch of his brow, Kit glanced down at the expensive gold watch adorning his wrist—the mate to the one she wore. “It’s a bit early for you to be feeding me compliments, isn’t it?”

“It’s never too early for that.”

Kit smiled then, a subtle tilt of his lips that did nothing but make the butterflies in the pit of her stomach flutter to life. Sometimes, it amazed her how he could inspire such a feeling despite how much time had passed—and despite how much they had been through together.

She remembered the last time they were here in this office. The tension had been palpable between them to the point that she had barely wanted to be in the same room with him, let alone have him touch her.

Things had changed.

Far more quickly than she had anticipated, but her love for him had never been in question.

Dr. Marie entered her office in a flurry with her leather notebook tucked beneath her arm, with her own mug in hand. Her silver hair was perfectly styled, but her signature cat-eye frames were missing.

As she sat across from them in the same dove gray wingback chair as their first appointment, her gaze moved to them. Unlike last time, they weren’t seated separately, but rather, close enough that it was obvious that something had changed between them.

There was no longer any distance between them, or tense silences, nor was Luna trying to avoid looking at Kit.

The most notable was the new ring that currently adorned her finger, one that had been absent for far too long.

“I’m glad to see things are on better terms for the two of you since our last visit,” Donna said with a pleasant smile as she regarded them with an expression that was both mildly curious and reserved. “I trust everything is going well?”

“Everything is fine,” Kit said, almost absently, still studying his phone.

“And Luna?” she asked, turning her attention to her. “How are you feeling?”

“If you’re asking whether I’m planning to keep the Runehart name, that all depends on whether Kit can put his phone down for the next hour.”

Almost immediately, Kit blinked, shifting his finger to the button at the top of his phone and shut it off. He made a show of tucking it away as he gifted her with another half-smile.

Donna made a note. “I’m glad to hear it. Tell me, what brings you both here today?”

“I like to remind Kit of the details—he has a shitty memory.”

He scoffed. “No, Not even a little. You just want to see if I’ve withheld anything from you in regards to the time I spent with your sister—there’s a difference.”

“With the way you acted because of my date, you really have no room to talk.”

“Are you finally admitting it was a date?”

“It wasn’t a date. This is why we’re here, you know. To clarify the details.”

“And what details would those be, Luna?” Donna asked.

“It’s a bit of a story, really,” Luna said with a shrug of her shoulder.

Kit smirked. “It always is with you.”

Luna gave a sarcastic frown as she glanced over at her husband. “I don’t think I interrupted you last time. Manners, Kitten.”

His gaze shot up to the ceiling, making her laugh. There was nothing he hated more than that nickname.

“I think it might be best if I start this one.”

“Again?” Luna asked.

“As usual, when it comes to what goes wrong in my life,” Kit said, his words making her chuckle. “It starts with Uilleam.”

“Then by all means,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Let’s begin.”