PRESENT DAYS (EIGHT WEEKS LATER)
This time, the trip from Tokyo to New York City has been way too long. Or maybe it seemed so, since the only thing he had in mind was seeing Rhiannon, talking to her. Two months without a single word from her had been way more difficult than he’d imagined.
“Face to face… Finally…” he mumbled. “This time, I'll get to you. I'll listen and do exactly what I say.”
Paxton had been trying to call Rhiannon from his limo, but when all his calls went to voicemail, Paxton decided to stop by “King’s Wish” and confront her. The limo pulled up at the curb outside the restaurant when his private assistant called.
“Roberto, you know you must call only if it’s a life and death matter…”
“‘It is… Sir, I got a call from New York-Presbyterian Hospital.’”
“Why? What’s wro
