“I don’t have anything with me, plus Forrest will lose his shit if I leave the country without him,” I say, trying to grab my phone to start messaging him.

“Oh, welcome to the world of being with a dominant Taylor man. As if we are traveling alone this time. Said men are also downstairs in the car waiting for us. Plus, he packed a bag for you.”

“What the hell, how would he know…?” Before I can get out what I was about to say, Felisha is talking over top of me.

“But don’t worry, I have also packed you a bag of things he will probably have forgotten,” she says and walks over to me, hooking her arm through mine. It’s our way of being connected without hugging. Leaning closer, she whispers in my ear, “Remember when I told you that giving up control to the right man in certain ways can be like a nirvana you never knew existed? Well, welcome to that nirvana.”

Felisha pulls me toward my office door, locking it and pulling it closed behind us. It feels like closing the door on the week, and boy, it was one hell of a week.

“Am I about to regret this?” I ask her as we ride the elevator down to ground level.

“Oh, only you can answer that one.” Felisha just looks at me with a smile that tells me she is still hiding something.

“What do you know that I don’t? Don’t lie to me. Remember, you are supposed to be on Team Harper.” Turning to her, I pin her with the stare I use in the boardroom when I’m pushing a point.

“I will always be Team Harper, stop fooling yourself that I’m not. Now for goodness’ sake, just go with it, will you? Someone is trying to do something nice for you. I seem to remember you telling me to give Flynn a chance, so why don’t you take your own medicine with Forrest. Trust me, I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t think it would be good for you.”

The elevator doors open just as she finishes, and my heart is racing.

I hate surprises. I need to know what is happening. The unknown scares me.

Then I see his silhouette standing outside the main doors, the company limousine waiting in the parking area.

As soon as he spots us exiting the elevator, he is through the door and striding toward me.

“I hate surprises,” are the first words out of my mouth as soon as he is close enough.

Which brings laughter from him as he takes my hand and leans down to kiss me on the cheek, which is already pissing me off because we agreed no public displays of affection. I know he will argue a technicality with it being on my cheek.