He imagined the look on her face when she saw it all. The tremble in her fingers. The disbelief. The cautious hope. The quiet panic of realizing there was no turning back.
He could practically feel it through the screen.
She would be stunned, he knew. Maya was sharp, determined—but she’d spent too long surviving on too little. She wasn’t used to abundance. To security. To being chosen.
And now she was all those things.
Chosen. Secured. His.
He stared at his phone, the cool weight of it a strange contrast to the heat pooling low in his chest. He knew he should wait. Let her breathe. Let the whirlwind of the day settle into something softer, something less overwhelming.
But patience wasn’t his strong suit.
Her signature was on those papers now. The emails had landed in her inbox. That
