CHRISTIAN
I stepped out of the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind me. The hallway felt colder than it should have been, or maybe it was because of the wave of news that just hit me.
He stood there, his arms folded, a subtle frown resting on his face. “He needs you back in Tokyo,” he said. “Ryuji’s calling everyone in. Hajime was his son.”
Exhaling slowly, nodding. “Give me an hour–no wait, book a flight for Penelope—back to New York. Then one for us to Tokyo.”
He gave a short nodding, and turned towards the elevator without another word.
Taking a deep breath, bracing myself for impact, because the little getaway is over, and life just got serious. I went back into the room, Penelope was already sitting up in bed. Her hair was a wild, beautiful mess, tangled–sort of, from sleep
