“You were also right about being totally transparent with Kayce about Jonathan,” Miller said.
The romantic mood dimmed a degree, but Miller sure seemed to have tended to every disrupted detail. “You told her everything?”
“Every bit of it.”
“How did she take it?”
“Not well,” Miller said. “But she’s working on it.”
“How doyoufeel?”
“I’m glad to have it all out there.” Miller brought my hand to his lips and kissed my fingers. “I feel like a weight’s been lifted.”
“I’m proud of you.”
“I knew you would be.” He looked behind him then back to me. “Are you ready to leave?”
“Definitely. I should find the pilot and tell him I won’t be needing him after all.”
“Oh, we definitely still require his services. He’s taking us to France.”
Miller’s words swirled in my ear, and I thought surely I couldn’t have heard correctly. “France?”
“Paris, to be exact. We have a date tomorrow at the Eiffel Tower.”
I laughed at the audacious possibility. “What?”
“Your pilot works for me.”
“He’s not Sylvie’s CIA friend Shorty?”
“For what I’m paying him, he’ll probably answer to anything, but no. Through an intricate channel of Sylvie to Frannie to Ernie, I got wind of your exact plans. Your original plane was canceled last night, and this plane rented in its stead.”
“Sylvie was in on this?”
“Old CIA agents never retire. They just take on sweeter jobs.” Miller laughed. “At least that’s what she told me.
“Are you truly taking us to Paris?” When Miller nodded, I thought of everything I’d be leaving behind. “But how?”
“Your bag and passport are packed, thanks to Sylvie. And work is covered with a therapist Ernie found this morning.”
“All this for me?” I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it all.
“Hattie, I’m an idea man. And falling for you was the best idea I’ve had yet.” Miller’s mouth brushed against mine.
I laughed against his lips. “That good, huh?”
“Brilliant,” he said. “I’ve already got a patent pending.” Then his hands slipped to my jaw, and his gaze held steady on mine. “I love you.”
There went the tears again. “I love you too, Miller James.”
“Let’s make out all the way to Paris.”
I pressed my hand to his heart and smiled. “On a scale of one to five, five being indecent levels of shenanigans, how much are we talking here?”
He stretched an arm and yawned. “I’m pretty tired. A ten might be all I can manage until we reach our first stop.”
I knew Miller would be asleep in minutes. “I’ll take it.”
