Liana's POV
I was on the British Airways website when he took my laptop.
Not snatched. Just — reached over, picked it up, looked at what I was doing, and closed it.
I stared at him.
"I was booking tickets," I said.
"I know," he said.
"We leave Friday."
"I know that too."
"Raphael."
"You don't need a ticket," he said. He put my laptop on the coffee table and went back to his coffee like that was a complete sentence.
I looked at him.
"We live in London," I said slowly. "Her house is in Leeds. That is not driving distance. It is also not within walking distance. It requires either a train or a plane and since you have apparently decided we are not booking a plane I assume—"
"We have a plane," he said.
I stopped.
"We," I said.
"I have a plane," he said. "Same thing."
I looked a
