EMILY’S POV
“Mason,” I whispered still cupped in his arms.
“Mm?” he whispered back. Just deeper and warmer.
“When does this trip end? I want to go home.”
His jaw was just on my forehead with his crouching position. He exhaled deep before answering. “Next tomorrow, that’s when our flight is.”
I breath a smile. Private flight is. “I want it tomorrow, I don’t want to stay here no more.”
His fingers tap my skin gently. I was loving this peaceful conversation, though his voice was thick and it’ll make you wonder. And the door was still open, supported by a cabinet, I wonder if those men are still down there.
“I can arrange it for tomorrow, mm?”
“I’d love that.” I giggled.
He squeezed onto me more. “Not to raise a tension but, about that door ..”
“Everything in the room will
