Andrew Best was calling.
Amelia hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the screen. She could ignore it, pretend she was too busy, but she knew better. He wasn’t the kind of man who liked being ignored.
Taking a deep breath, she answered.
“Hello?”
“You’re home,” Andrew’s voice was smooth, deep, and laced with something unreadable.
She swallowed. “Yes.”
There was a brief silence, then, “Good. Pack a bag.”
Her brows furrowed. “What?”
“We leave for Paris this weekend.” He said shortly.
Her grip tightened around the phone. “Paris?”
“Yes.” His tone left no room for argument. “I have business to handle, and you’re coming with me.”
A lump formed in her throat. She should say no. She should remind him that she had a son, responsibilities, a life outside of whatever this was between them.
But inste……
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