Ross and his group arrived in Stanlow Town just as the afternoon sun bathed the countryside in golden light.
The air smelled of freshly tilled earth and blooming wildflowers, a stark contrast to the bustling city they had left behind.
Without wasting time, they got to work unloading their belongings, placing bags and crates onto the dirt path leading up to the farmhouse.
No one seemed to notice the lingering tension between Ross and Sandra—not even Amy, who was too busy chatting with her parents.
Sandra stole a glance at Ross, her mind still reeling from what had happened between them.
Her fingers twitched as if they could still feel the way his hands had gripped her, the way he had taken her so thoroughly.
She swallowed hard, guilt clawing at her, but another feeling burned beneath it—one she hated to admit.
"Steven! Adele!"
A booming voice cut through her thoughts.
