18. Hae-in-1
18 HAE-IN I tuck India in. We’re back at the hotel, and she’s barely moved. When I slid her dress on and carried her to the car, I took the opportunity to enjoy the weight of her in my arms. I wish my damn phone would stop ringing. I’ll answer it after I settle into something a bit more comfortable. My plane doesn’t leave for another six hours, so I can sleep for an hour and still make international check-in. I make sure to close the door on my way out, I don’t want to disturb her to take this call. “What?” “Did we secure it?” “Of course, we did. But I’m not liking this. We had a deal.” “You broke the deal when you went around announcing you were already engaged. Did you not think it wouldn’t reach home?” I’d tried to stop the flow of information, but it hadn’t worked. “Yeah, but no
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