Scott's POV
Who sleeps with a huge smile on their face? Eliana. The phone call I had received a much expected call. Things were going as planned.
I went to the kitchen to get something ready for us to eat. We barely had anything to eat—except ourselves.
I got back inside a few minutes later, maybe an hour… Who cares about the time when it's not work hours? I came back to the room with a Shakshuka. Hopefully, she'll like it. Maybe I should have waited until she woke up, then found out what she would like to eat.
I haven't seen anyone who doesn't like shakshuka… Or maybe I never asked.
“Scott…” I heard Eliana's soft voice call for me. Her voice was soft, a little husky and breathy, like she was holding back a yawn.
My sweet girl, I didn't have to wake her. “Baby… you must be hungry.
