Isa’s POV
As the bike roared against the road, I nuzzled against Nikolai’s back, watching the trees pass us by. I wouldn’t dare tell him, but I did enjoy the ride. But I suspected if I admitted to it then he may very well send Julius with the Mercedes instead of the motorcycle, so I kept my feelings to myself.
When we got back to the white colonial, Julius and Pipa were both sitting on the porch looking hopelessly bored.
“Where did you two run off to?” Pipa raised a curious brow at me.
“I’ll tell you later,” I smiled back at her. I looked back to Nikolai, who was emptying the last of his personal belongings from the saddle bag and moving them into his Mercedes.
When he was finished, he glanced past me to Julius, who was sitting at the top of the porch stairs. Nikolai motioned us all
