It was already about eight in London, so Damian was not afraid to dial Emily's number as soon as he crossed the threshold. Taking off his jacket, he plopped down on the bed and, finding his wife's number, put the call on speakerphone.
- Yes? - I heard an agitated voice from the other side of the planet.
Warmth spread in Lawsen's chest.
- Mouse, how are you? - Closing his eyes, Damian said and in response he heard only a sigh. - What?
- How are you there? I was so worried! Those twelve hours are long over! - the blue-eyed woman was indignant and the man felt her lips pout.
“Sorry,” he sighs and rubs his eyes, yawning imperceptibly. - I just crossed the threshold of the room. The Japanese engaged me at the airport and did not let me go until that time.
- Mmm, you're snapped up ...
- A
