Allison's POV
I froze.
For a second, I genuinely considered that the sheer panic might be frying my brain.
Because surely, surely, I was hallucinating.
There was no way in hell Lucian—my emotionally unavailable ex-husband—was standing two feet away from me… in a damn helicopter.
I turned my head slightly, the wind slapping my cheeks like nature itself was yelling at me. Through my goggles, I caught a sharp profile.
The strong jawline. That ridiculous smirk. That aura of smug, self-appointed authority.
Oh. My. Moon .Goddess.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!” I yelled over the roar of the wind. “Why is it YOU?!”
Lucian didn't even flinch. Of course he didn't.
He just held onto the handrail with one gloved hand, the picture of calm lunacy in a flight jumpsuit, goggles,
