{Lisa’s POV}

“Mhmmm, good morning.”

My first thought was to reach for Ronan… and I found only the empty space where he had been the night before, a cold impression on the pillow.

He was gone… “Figures.”

Probably back at the study. Or out on the field… maybe already buried under another avalanche of documents and things to do.

I let out a tiny, tired laugh. He was doing everything for us, for the family, for the war that kept knocking on our door. I understood that, but understanding did not make the loneliness any less present. Even worse, I knew he felt the same way. So he was in...