ROME
It was the morning of the third day, and we were waiting for the same private jet to take us back to Algard.
Despite telling myself that I needed to get work done, I hadn’t. Every time I opened my laptop, I found myself closing my eyes instead. It felt like I had slept more these past two days than I had for the past month.
I stood just inside the doorway of the house while Indy was outside, near the edge of the property, staring out at the beach. The ocean stretched endlessly in front of her. Wind tugged at her hair.
My heart started racing for no good reason.
“Seriously,” I muttered under my breath, pressing a hand briefly against my chest. “Get a grip.”
It wasn’t that serious.
We didn’t do anything in this place that warranted this kind of reaction.
And somehow, that f
