Drake POV
Natasha and Seth didn’t make it home for dinner. A winter storm in D.C. kept the plane grounded three hours longer than anyone had expected. When they finally dragged themselves through the door, Isabella and I had retired to our room for the evening. We stepped out into the hall, as they were coming up the stairs. Naturally, we were very anxious to know what had happened and I was anxious to share some information I had obtained in their absence, but that was not to be. Natasha was so exhausted that Seth had to carry her up to bed. Apparently, the storm had caused so much turbulence that she couldn’t nap on the plane.
“Tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.,” Seth said as they reached the landing. “We’ll have a full briefing then. She’s too tired to even function.” He pressed a kiss to h
