*Mason’s POV*
When I left this morning from her hotel room, I thought we had gotten past the fact that she was mine and I would be going wherever she went. I guess I was wrong. I went downstairs at 9:15 AM, and the car was no longer there. I searched the tracker that I had on her phone, and she was at the location that she had asked me for when we were back in New York. I knew that she had meetings planned here in Italy, but again after our conversation this morning, she didn’t care.
I went back up to my hotel room and began working. I had calls that I needed to make, emails that needed to be answered, and I had to look at the footage of that house. I need more information on that man. Two hours later, I looked down at my phone to see where she was, and I knew that she was on her way. I
