Elle’s POV
The city lights of Boston flickered outside my huge glass window as I sat on the couch, laptop open, trying to concentrate on the next steps of the investigation. It was late, and I could feel the exhaustion settling in, but I needed to keep working. My phone buzzed on the table, pulling me out of my thoughts. Mason’s name flashed across the screen.
“Mason?” I answered, a small smile tugging at my lips. His calls always had a way of making me feel more grounded, even in the chaos of everything going on.
“Elle,” his voice was calm but laced with urgency, “I’ve got to head down to Miami for a few days. There’s an emergency with one of the hotels that needs my immediate attention.”
I felt my stomach drop. Miami. The distance between us would be greater, and though I trusted Mas
