As they stepped into the pack house, the familiar scents washed over Emilia—earthy wood, a hint of pine, and the essence of family that filled the air. Raymond’s hand lingered on her back, a comforting presence that made her heart flutter. She could still feel the warmth of their kiss, the way it had ignited something deep within her.

“Emilia,” Raymond said softly, his voice low and serious. “You should stay in Princeton. It’s safer for you and the kids.”

She turned to face him, searching his eyes for understanding. “Raymond, I made my decision the moment you saved them. I can’t just leave now. We’re a family, and I...