I nodded. “I won’t.”
“Hello,” I said as I heard the front door close.
“Hattie?”
My heart rocketed at the sound of his roughened voice. “Ryker. I’ve been insanely worried about you. Where are you? Why is your phone disconnected? What’s going on? Did you see the news about Senator Deveron?”
He chuckled, and the deep laugh danced down my spine like a lover’s caress. “Slow down.”
“Just tell me what going on,” I demanded.
“I had to disconnect my phone for security reasons. This is the new number. Yes, I’ve seen the news and I’m still in Mexico.”
“Oh.” My shoulders drooped, and I inhaled shakily. A big part of me had hoped he was already in D.C. “I miss you.”
“I miss you, too. How are you holding up? Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m a little nauseous on some mornings, but nothing too crazy.”
“Good. How are things with your parents?” His voice was gruff.
“Not so good, but my dad wants things to change. He just left a few minutes ago.”
“Did you work out everything with Ignacio?”
Ryker didn’t say anything for a prolonged beat. “I’m still working on a few details.”
I twisted my fingers into interwoven knots. “How much longer?” I couldn’t take being separated from him for much longer. I was lonely.
“Strange you should bring that up,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice, and a matching smile stretched across my face. I loved playful Ryker.
“Why’s that?”
“Because there will be a private plane waiting for you at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport at two in the afternoon tomorrow. Do you think you can find it in your heart to clear your schedule?”
“You’re not playing with me right now, are you? Because I might reach through the phone and strangle you if this is a hoax.”
He chuckled. “Good thing I’m absolutely serious.”
I curled my free hand into the hem of my skirt. “I missed you. It feels like it’s been months instead of weeks since I’ve talked to you.”
“I know. I wanted to call you every single day, but I couldn’t. I had to make Ignacio and Emanuel think I was done with you.”
“I realize that, but it didn’t make it any easier.” I slipped the elastic band out of my hair and leaned back on the bed. “Are you sure it’s safe for me to come?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t have arranged a flight for you if it weren’t.”
My brows knitted together. “But you said you were still working out some details,” I pointed out.
“I am, but it’s nothing that you need to worry about.”
I nodded before realizing he couldn’t see me. “Okay.”
“Can I expect you to get on that plane tomorrow?”
I smiled, the tension in my chest easing for the first time in weeks. “It shouldn’t be a problem. I’m already packed.”
“Why’d you do that?”
I propped my hand behind my head as I chewed on my lower lip. “If I didn’t hear from you in the next day or two I planned to go find you.”
“Hmm. Good to know.” I heard a hushed male voice in the background. “Hold on a second,” he said. I heard his phone brush against his hand, muffling the conversation.
I tapped my finger on my thigh waiting for him to talk to me again. Seconds felt like hours. I stared at the empty white walls of his apartment. I listened to the faint hum of the air conditioning unit. Then, he was back.
He sighed. “I have to go. I need to take care of a few things.”
“Oh,” I said, sitting up. My mood shifted and suddenly I felt melancholy. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Tomorrow,” he said softly.
“Sounds good,” I replied instead of saying goodbye because I wasn’t ready to sever the connection yet. I wanted to squeeze as many words as I could out of him.
“I’m sorry. I wish I had more time to talk. I miss hearing your voice and talking to you whenever I want.”
“I understand.” My voice wobbled.
“Hey, don’t get all sad on me. I don’t have anything planned after I pick you up at the airport except for spending every moment with you.”
I smiled. “I love that.”
“I love you,” he responded.
A shivered ran through me and my smile came back. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hattie
A salty breezed shuffled through my hair as I paused at the bottom of the stairs of the private jet. I scanned the area, looking for Ryker. A smile split across my face the instant I spotted him. He was leaning up against the wall with his legs spread, and his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his linen pants. The top two buttons of his gray polo shirt were open, his eyes trained on me.