Jon
I grinned as I snapped a few more pictures of Naomi on the side of the road, not even caring that she was puking up her guts. After she had gone dark for weeks, I had finally found her.
And f**k! She looked better than I ever remembered.
An older man climbed out of the driver’s side and walked around the car, handing her a bottle of water and saying a few words to her before making his way back. How long had I camped out at the bottom of the hill, waiting for the moment that she would leave the mansion so that I might get a glimpse of her?
Hell, I had spent more time than I planned on. Everything had been put on halt as I waited for her to make an appearance again.
Her trip to Russia had been unexpected, and I hadn’t been able to work it out so that I could follow her in person.
