Chapter Nine
Sierra
We’re wearing matching I Heart New York T-shirts and shorts like a couple of tourists. Luckily when we went back down to the store they had flip-flops for me, but poor Adrian has to wear his dress shoes.
His phone dings, pulling my eyes away from the rolling green landscape outside the train window.
“Jean said my luggage is being delivered to your place later today by carrier.”
“It’ll probably get there before us what with the whole royalty thing. You going to miss it?”
“I don’t think so. I’m going to cut my hair and grow a beard with the hope that anyone who does follow me won’t recognize me.”
I run my fingers through his shoulder-length hair. “I love your hair.”
“You loved gripping it last night when my face was between your thighs, that’s for sure.” He chuckl
