"Good…" Joanne whispered into his ear, pressing herself into his warmth, melting into him. She had tried to live without him. She didn't like that version of her life.
"I already told my grandfather I want nothing to do with Winchester Logistics," Jeffrey said quietly, like a confession. "We'll settle in Rockchapel, build that house you always dreamed about, raise our kids there, and make Shamrock a global brand. Just like we planned."
Joanne leaned back to look at him, searching his eyes as the golden hue of the setting sun caught the flecks in his irises, making them gleam like amber. He had never looked more beautiful.
"But Jeffrey Winchester…" she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "Your grandfather is planning to make you the heir."
