Vacation

Mikael’s POV

Returning to the US was one thing, but to THIS city was another. I shivered a little, grunting as I tugged on the scarf over the part of my neck my coat didn’t cover.

Snow was still falling, and the streets, though salted, had less cars on them than in the summertime.

If only for Alicia I wouldn’t even be in this place, I thought grudgingly. I hated the cold.

The car was still running, our boxes in the boot of the car. Well, in Alicia’s case, the box was packed full of brand new clothes that she hadn’t yet worn or even laid her eyes on, courtesy of Magda, who also handled getting Alicia an international passport and her visa approval without the girl in question being any wiser.

This was meant to be a surprise after all.

But where the fuck was she?

My frustration melted away once I heard her voice.

“Sorry!” She looked bundled up in a cream coat with fur at the collar - a present from Madden, last I checked.

I sighed, tapping my wrist and reaching my hand out to her as she