Louis' POV
I had learned, over the years, that the best plans were the ones that looked effortless from the outside.
The restaurant reservation in Bali had taken two phone calls. The private resort setup had taken considerably more.
She had laughed when I brought up the trip.
We were at dinner, a quiet place, good food, the kind of evening that had been rare enough lately that we were both being careful with it without saying so.
I had waited until she was halfway through something she was clearly enjoying before I mentioned it casually. She looked at me across the table with a suspicious expression.
"A trip?" she asked, confusion washing over her features.
"Yes, a trip."
"Louis." She set her fork down. "I'm not sure it's the right time. I mean you have work and I think it's better we stay close to home."
"It's your birthday week coming up, I think it's quite deserved, don't you think?"
She dropped her spoon. "I'm not… I'm not sure if that's.."
