Xavier's POV
Breakfast ran smoothly, as did our departure from the cruise. The crew would bring our luggage out to the port and I'd arranged for one vehicle to retrieve our luggage and another was stationed directly on the dock to pick us up.
The average tourist would have to go through customs. Considering my position, there was no need for that hassle.
Since Poala automatically sat shotgun, Emelie had wound up squished between Kai and I in the backseat of the BMW. She sat stiffly, eyes focused forward. Her heart rate was thumping away, almost loud to my ears, and I found myself leaning more toward the door, rolling down the window a bit for fresh air.
"Will you be home for a bit, dear?" Poala asked me.
"I have a lot of work to attend to," was my careful reply.
It was the truth,
