Harold's POV
I kept my focus locked on the road ahead, playing up the part of a man thoroughly chastened by his wife's fierce stare.
Though if anyone bothered to look closer, they'd catch the laughter dancing in my eyes.
God, she was absolutely irresistible when she got like this.
Our convoy split perfectly at the mountain fork. Malcolm and his team pressed on up the main route while I steered onto the narrow side road that wound around to the mountain's back face.
The rear access was rough as hell, forcing me to crawl along at a snail's pace. Lucky for us, Phoebe had already hijacked every security camera on this mountain before we'd even arrived.
Speed didn't matter now - we wouldn't miss a damn thing.
With time to kill, Johnson stretched over the passenger seat to peer at the surveillance feed alongside Phoebe.
