I drink the scent in, my body tingling and on fire.
Not being around Levi hasn’t diminished my desires in the slightest.
Opening Amelia’s dresser, I retrieve the new clothes that Douglas purchased. I’m amazed at how well everything fits. I fold several outfits along with a few extra and pack her unicorn before zipping up the suitcase.
He asked me to text him when it’s done, and I do.
Good,he texts back.Go into the garage. Open the back door of the pickup truck. There’s a surprise for you.
I don’t know what kind of surprise there would be.
I shove my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and head downstairs. Levi is still a few hours from finishing work. Douglas will be picking us up and swinging by the office to grab Levi for our flight to Paris.
I’m excited to travel to Europe. I’ve never been. Especially flying via a private jet. I hurry to the garage. He’s got several cars but only one pickup truck, which makes it easy to at least locate the right vehicle.
I open the back door and inside there’s a brand new, pink, hard-shell suitcase. It’s the same size as the one Amelia crushed.
I grab the suitcase and carry it into the house, dragging it upstairs.
Thank you, I text him back before packing my clothes for our trip. I debate whether I should bring my vibrator or not. When am I going to have the privacy to use it? If I’m sharing a room with Amelia, that’s out of the question. But I could take it into the bathroom. It’s supposed to be waterproof.
I shove the device into my purse.
Hopefully, the hotel has a decent bathroom fan to keep the noise at bay. I zip up my luggage and carry my bag down to the front door, both pieces ready for when Douglas arrives.
“Clare Bear,” Amelia chimes, bouncing out of the playroom. She’s wearing a bright pink cape with her matching tutu.
“Hey.” I bend down to scoop her up in a hug.
“Guess who my favorite comic book character is. Supergirl!” she proclaims, and holds her arms out to fly. “Will you fly me around? Pretty please.”
At least she’s not calling me Airplane Girl anymore. I’m sure her father will think up some wicked nickname for me while we’re on this trip together.
My phone buzzes, and I fly her around for a second before placing her feet firmly on the ground. I reach into my back pocket. It’s Levi with another text.
I have our passports. Bring yours.
I double-check my purse to make sure I have my passport.
Done,I text.
Tablet for schoolwork?
Crap. I hurry to the makeshift office where Amelia has been practicing her schooling. I grab the iPad off the table along with the Bluetooth keyboard and headphones. I pop both into my purse.
Done.
You would have forgotten it.
I don’t answer his text. It’s an accusation, and I didn’t forget because he reminded me, anyways. Amelia spends her mornings at school, and by noon she’s done for the day.
Within the hour, Douglas pulls up out front. Levi texts me to let me know that he’s arrived.
Douglas loads our luggage into the trunk while I buckle Amelia into the backseat, climbing in beside her.
“Do you have everything, ma’am?”
“I hope so,” I say.