Adding Some Joy

Sera

I never thought I’d see New York City, much less its most famous landmarks, from a horse-drawn carriage with a mafia boss who got me a full pass to the mile-high club.

We landed and drove home with Gavin, barely making it back to Killian’s room—or our room, I dared call it—in our stupor fueled by wine, tiredness, our injuries, and the contentedness from sex.

I really wanted to shower, but we were both too exhausted to do anything but strip out of our snow-damp clothes and collapse in bed. Both of us were out in seconds.

I woke up around noon, just as Killian was slipping out. His hair was damp and all the foundation had come off to reveal the ugly purple bruise on his face, but at least he looked well rested for once.

“Where’re you going?” I asked, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

Killian padded over and kissed my forehead. “I really need to catch up on office work, mia cara. We can have dinner with the staff, if you want to arrange that. I’m sorry we didn’t do the furniture shopping