Night fell across the estate with a quiet, heavy chill, casting long shadows down the quiet hallways.
As scheduled, Travis's private jet was slated for a late-night departure from the executive tarmac. He needed to handle the sabotaged overseas construction site, dismantle the local media smear, and neutralize the threat as swiftly as humanly possible. Every extra hour spent stuck abroad was an hour away from Jillyanna, and that was a cost he was entirely unwilling to bear.
In the master bedroom, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
"Are you feeling any better?" Travis asked quietly as he stood by the foot of the bed, carefully folding a crisp white linen shirt and placing it into his leather suitcase.
Jillyanna, sitting propped against her pillows, offered him a cold, sarcastically sweet smile. "I will be in absolute perfection the moment your boots officially cross my doorway and you disappear."
