“Unfortunately, we’re in a bit of a rush.” He presses his forehead to mine, blowing out a harsh breath. “It’ll have to wait until we’re on the plane.”
I jolt upright. “Plane? What plane?”
“Of course you have a plane.” I roll my eyes. “I mean, why are we getting on a plane? Where are we going?”
Mikhail smiles cryptically, which might be the single most attractive thing I’ve ever seen. “Get dressed. You’ll find out when we get there.”
I have a million more questions, but I know Mikhail won’t answer any of them. Strangely… I don’t need him to.
Is that trust? Is this what trusting someone feels like? God knows I’m not very familiar with the concept. But this is nice.
“Okay.” I slide out of bed on wobbly legs. “Do you want to get Dante ready while I shower?”
“I’ll get Dante ready, but—”
