“Make them quick.”
“Not too quick.”
I let out a sigh and let him go.
Nyomi went over to Hiro. “Get up so I can give you a hug.”
"No need." He unfolded his arms. "We're not saying goodbye anytime soon."
What the hell does that mean?
“He’s drunk. Ignore him.” I turned back to Nyomi and reached for her hand. “Let’s go, Tora.”
“Bye, Hiro. I love you.” Nyomi took my hand, and we headed away.
I glanced back at Hiro.
He sat exactly where I'd left him, with amusement dancing on his face.
Nyomi's hand tightened slightly in mine, delivering peace and warmth deep into my soul.
I don't deserve her.
And yet I held on anyway.
I turned back to the door and walked my Tiger out into the corridor.
My guards followed.
The staff passed us and gave low bows.
I nodded.
The mansion settled into its nighttime breathing—the low murmur of men inside rooms, plates being cleared, and the beep of my security’s walkie talkies.
I pressed the elevator call button.
Nyomi leaned her head against my arm while we waited. Her lush scent of black amber and ripe plum surrounded and further anchored me.
And with that. . .I felt less buried alive. . .more whole and able to breathe.
The elevator doors opened.
We stepped in with a few of my guards.
One pressed three.
The doors began to close.
I watched the gap of the doors narrow and then a big hand shot through.
I widened my eyes.
What?
The elevator doors stuttered back open.
Hiro stepped in like he’d been invited, still bare-chested, and now holding a full bottle of sake. “Thank you.”
