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Jesska’s introduction to the mile-high club lasted most of the rest of the night and when she fell asleep, she fell hard.

The next morning, Jesska awoke and stretched with a groan. “I need a shower,” she grumbled.

Kaspar chuckled, pulling her close. “You did get a workout last night, but we don’t sweat, baby.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need a shower,” she said. “Bad dreams kind of do that to me.”

His eyes grew concerned. “You had a bad dream?”

“Not a nightmare or anything.” She smiled. “It’s that moment when you’re having a romantical dream and you smell something weird and you’re pretty sure you’ve rolled into your own armpit.”

“Romantical?”

“Definitely romantical,” Jesska said.

Kaspar laughed, a deep, rumbling, belly laugh. “Are you hungry?”

She nodded and ran a finger down his chest. “Definitely.”

“For food.”

“Oh. No. Not really.”

Kaspar kissed her and fed a different hunger before they took a break for sustenance.

Arriving in Edinburgh, Jesska tried to take in everything as they drove to Niall and Charlotte’s house. “Have you been here before?” she asked.

Kaspar nodded. “A few times, yes.”

“Will we have time to explore?”

“Absolutely,” he promised.

“How long do we have?”

“A week, baby,” he said. “Then I’ll take you home.”

“You can be away for a week?”

“Camilla has everything under control.” He pulled her fingers to his lips and kissed them softly. “So, yes, I can be away for a week.”

Jesska grinned, leaning into him. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.”

How long until I can get you naked again?

Kaspar chuckled. A few hours.

Too long.

I’ll figure something out, then.

“Promise?”

He leaned down and kissed her. “Promise.”

Austri pulled the car up to a medieval-looking Georgian townhouse.

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