Leila nodded as a yawn escaped her lips. I squeezed her hand reassuringly, as we exited the plane to our waiting limo. Within minutes, we pulled up in front of The Pierre. "Is this all right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Leila shook her head in disbelief. "Perfect. I loved it the last time we stayed here."
A broad smile spread across my lips. "I was hoping you'd say that." Personally, I loved staying here, but I wanted to be sure that Leila agreed.
Henric, my limo driver in New York, opened my door and I slid out of the car with Jase still asleep on my shoulder. I hired him after I lost Clarence. Outside, I reached out my hand for Leila. She slid out of the car, but held a hand to her back and stretched a bit.
"Are you well?" I asked, falling into my old vernacular.
She nodded. "
