ISLAND OF HIS HEART

y like a throne. The lights were low, the champagne poured like water, and Riven Castell had already lost track of

leather booth. He wore a suit like he'd been born in it-sharp, spotless, and cold. Unlike Riven, who had his

his drink toward the ceiling like a toast to God. "They wa

ing your abs in Cannes and kissing a pop s

ational," Ri

n a hand up his chest. "You're really not married

s across five continents. "Marriage is for people wh

ve in love?" she

is a great way to lose yourself in someon

iet sound. "Wow

ly. "I just figured out t

Rowan said. "Don

act

For a second, the m

e said, "we'r

r w

fall. Head over heels. Can't breathe. Can

ered. "Not gonna happen. Love'

n said, calm and

in Riven's mouth he didn't like-like fate had already made pl

ho gets off on spreadsheets and... feelings. I'

es-your pilot called. Storm's movin

private flight to a private island to get away fr

Just looked at him o

so hard you for

ough the air like a silver bullet. Riven reclined in the plush leather seat, sunglasses on, gla

Castell?" the flig

ook up. "Silence

the hum of the engines lull him. He had a beachfront suite waiting, a par

perf

ed with

umb

po

etal s

The cabin tilted sharply, a roar filling the air like a mon

the

gainst the wall as the jet dipped hard. Alarms wailed. The co-pilot's voice buzzed over

no time

d. Glass shatter

ar away, he

irst. The

cried o

y-not ceilings. Not c

Wide and

sun was hot on his face. His head throbbed like it was caving in from the i

e wa

when he tried to

o wreckage in sight

n

t remember

ame from. Not

e was alone-not just physically,

t know h

know hi

in the hollow si

d just lost everyt

istance, hidden in the

was watc