Ines waited in the car. It had been parked in front of the Baltare for twenty minutes before Mason finally got in.
The rain had turned into a massive downpour. In a way, she was relieved. She almost kissed Mason. Again. She’d just appeared in a gossip site and less than twenty-four hours later, here she was practically begging for another paparazzi shot of her kissing the man.
“I’m sorry, I had to take care of a few things,” he said, taking off his jacket. It was slightly damp, as was his hair. He looked tense.
“Is everything okay?”
“No. All flights out of town are canceled.”
“What?”
“It’s all right. We’ll wait out the storm in a hotel. Frank is making the necessary arrangements.” At her panicked expression, he added, “I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry.”
“I’m sure I can find
