CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO – IT’S GOOD TO BE HOME

After their harrowing ordeal stranded in the remote forest, Kayla and Lance were incredibly relieved when Lance's private jet touched down at the airport in New York City. As they disembarked and took in the familiar sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis, a profound sense of normalcy washed over them both. "It's good to be home," Kayla said with a contented sigh as they made their way to the waiting car that would whisk them back to the penthouse apartment. Lance gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "You can say that again. No more roughing it for us for a while." The comfortable banter continued as they arrived at their apartment building and rode the private elevator up to the lavish penthouse suite. As soon as they stepped through the door, the sleek modern decor and luxurious furnishings embraced them like old friends. "Ah, it's so good to be back home," Lance said, shrugging off his jacket. "How about we celebrate by cooking up a feast? I don't know about you, but I co