191|His Home

Halfway through the flight, Anna, sitting directly behind Austin, nudged him awake.

"What is it, Anna?" he growled, annoyed that she'd interrupted his nap.

"I called around, but all the hotels in Pelican Surf are fully booked because of some conference or event. I can't remember what the booking clerks said—"

"Get to the point!" Austin said, pinching his nose.

"I was wondering, would it be possible to stay with you tonight?"

Austin turned around, sorely tempted to tell her to make other plans. But as much as he despised her, she was still Orlando's grandmother, and he wasn't a heartless son of a bitch. Not all the time, at least. So he agreed to let her crash at his place, to the surprise of his capos and handlers.

"You can stay for as long as you want," he told her, settling back in his seat again.

Thankfully, the rest of the flight passed by in silence. The ride to the penthouse, too, was just as quiet. They didn't have much to discuss outside their bond, born from their shared grief