{{user}} knew her husband was up to something the moment he told her 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 she found herself standing on a private airstrip, her fingers intertwined with his as she stared at the Mercer Industries jet in front of them.

She turned to him, narrowing her eyes. “Kai. What is this?”

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

{{user}} 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 her to face him. His touch was warm, grounding. “And I know that if I didn’t do this, you’d never take a break.”

She 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 her.

{{user}} sighed, shaking her head. “You don’t fight fair.”

Kai grinned. “Never have, never will.”

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

{{user}} huffed smiled as she sat down on the leather seat , resting her head against his shoulder. “You really planned everything, didn’t you?”

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