Olivia blinked, surprise flickering across her face.
"Tomorrow? I thought you weren't flying out until Friday."
"That was the plan," Izan admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"But Barcelona arrived today. They're not giving us the head start, so we're not going to let them sit there waiting for us either."
The silence stretched after Izan's words, and though no one said much, he noticed it immediately in Olivia's face.
She had lowered her iPad, her gaze unfocused now, lips pressed together as if she was trying to keep something inside.
She wasn't upset exactly, but there was a dip in her expression, a shadow that betrayed the way the news had landed.
Izan leaned slightly toward her, studying her profile until her eyes flicked toward him.
He gave a small smile, tilting his head just enough to catch her attention fully.
"Hey," he said quietly, keeping his tone light, "want to give me the haircut before I leave?"
