Ara's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the SUV came to a halt. It was well past three in the morning, and exhaustion had taken its toll on her. John stepped out of the vehicle, opening the door for her and guiding her out of the Navigator. Ara couldn't help but wonder why he had brought her to a place that was clearly not her hotel. "John, what's going on?" she asked, her confusion growing as she realized they were most likely at his own residence.
Without answering her question, John effortlessly lifted her into his arms, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. They followed a small group of guards into a grand mansion that Ara had never seen before. The property seemed to stretch for acres, providing the perfect seclusion for someone in John's line of work. It was a place
