~~~CAIRO~~~
The sun isn’t even fully up over the California hills when my phone starts screaming on the nightstand of my mom’s villa.
I wrap the towel around my waist and lunge for it, my feet leaving a wet trace on the heated floor.
My head’s pounding with the kind of rage that only comes from three hours of sleep and the mental image of Eden breathing the same air as my woman. So that call better be good news from grey.
By the time I reach the nightstand, Grey’s face is already blocking the screen, looking entirely too smug for 7 am in the morning. It almost gets a chuckle out of me, but I’m too tired for the sentiment.
I swipe to accept and wedge the phone between my shoulder and my ear while heading for the closet.
I’m already pulling a fresh, crisp shirt off the rack with one
