Levi's POV
Sure enough, when I step out of my room early the next morning, the bag is gone.
I smile to myself. Looks like my plan worked.
She thought she could be stubborn. Didn't realize I’m just as strong-headed—maybe even more.
The smile lingers as I head into the kitchen and make two cups of coffee. She’ll be out any moment now—we’re leaving for the airport in less than thirty minutes. I booked an early flight so we’d have time to settle in and rest before the day’s chaos hits.
A moment later, Hailey walks in wearing a black romper, and a gray hoodie tied loosely around her shoulders. Her hair’s pulled up into a messy bun, dark circles visible under her eyes—no makeup, no effort to hide the exhaustion.
Still beautiful, though.
She sleepily drags her feet over to the counter,
