Nelly and Danielle had disappeared into the kitchen with the chef, but still no sign of Jack. The soft clinking of dishes and their laughter filtered faintly through the villa, a calmness that almost made me stay seated. Almost.
Because the moment Danielle made a sound emerging from her room earlier, Nelly had practically leaped from my lap, meeting her halfway across the hallway And just like that, the slow, intimate morning I'd been savoring disappeared.
Right, a special reminder. Life waits for no one. Especially not me.
I reached for my phone to call Jack—only to find him standing in front of me like he'd come from thin air.
"We can leave with your plane in an hour," he said, already two steps ahead.
