The private master pavilion of the Gold Coast estate stood on a secluded bluff overlooking the Sound, completely sheltered by weeping willows and fragrant cedar groves. Inside, the pavilion was a sanctuary of soft firelight, fragrant white gardenias, and profound, intimate silence. Outside the French doors, the gentle lapping of the waves against the pebble beach provided a soothing, natural lullaby. Alexander carried Avery over the threshold in his arms,…
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