I didn't call Marcus. I didn't tell a single driver, assistant, or family member. For the first time in my entire adult life, I woke up and planned something selfish, private, and completely normal.
Sienna blinked sleepily when I told her to grab a casual sweater and leave the heels behind. We didn't take the armored black sedan with tinted windows. I rented a quiet, dusty blue sedan from a standard city lot, pulling up to the curb like any regular guy taking his wife out for a Saturday morning.
We started at a tiny neighborhood café with mismatched wooden chairs and a bell that chimed off-key. The menu didn't have gold leaf or valet codes. It just had scrambled eggs, black coffee, and chalk-board specials written by someone with messy handwriting.
Sienna leaned back against the red vin
