Julia
“It's only a room," I told myself as I turned left at the top of the stairs. To the right, Van was showing each man to his own room. I had a fleeting thought about what they would eat. After all, I had our wine and Van was bringing up a snack.
I had no idea how this would all work.
Would Paula be asked to cook more meals for our security team?
If Jonathon had been in charge before, would he now work with Michael and Albert?
Those concerns melted away as I opened one of the double doors to Van's master suite. All the items from the trunk and those that had been delivered from the plane were piled just inside the door. The pile didn't hold my attention as much as the room itself.
Setting the wine bottle and glasses on a small round table, I found myself drawn into Van's priva
