Xandar and Lucianne reached Xandar’s villa fifteen minutes before the others were bound to arrive to get Xandar’s home office ready for the meeting. They pulled out a whiteboard on a roller stand from the small supply room in the office.

After locking the rollers when the board was right in front of the round table where they were going to sit for the meeting, Lucianne uncapped a black marker before starting to scribble points to note on the rogue situation. Xandar didn’t even look at the board. His eyes twinkled with love and admiration for his remarkable mate as he leaned against the meeting table.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CUZ!” Christian...