You knew your husband was up to something the moment he told you to be ready by seven. Kai Mercer wasn’t the type to make vague plans—unless he was planning a surprise.

Which was exactly how you found yourself standing on a private airstrip, your fingers intertwined with his as you stared at the Mercer Industries jet in front of you.

You turned to him, narrowing your eyes. “Kai. What is this?”

He smiled, squeezing your hand. “A vacation.”

You let out a soft laugh. “You know I have court next week.”

“I know that you’ve been running on fumes for months,” he countered, turning you to face him. His touch was warm, grounding. “And I know that if I didn’t do this, you’d never take a break.”

You exhaled, studying his face—the quiet concern in his eyes, the unwavering determination. He wasn’t just doing this for fun. He was doing it for you.

You sighed, shaking your head. “You don’t fight fair.”

Kai grinned. “Never have, never will.”

You let him lead you up the stairs, and as soon as you stepped inside the jet, you were greeted with the familiar comforts he’d undoubtedly arranged just for you—your favorite blanket draped over the seat, a cup of tea waiting on the table, a book you had been meaning to read sitting beside it.

You smiled as you sat down on the leather seat , resting your head against his shoulder. “You really planned everything, didn’t you?”

He wrapped an arm around you, holding you close as the plane took off. “Of course,” he murmured. “Taking care of you is my favorite thing to do.”