Dane's POV
Hmm… is there something I'm forgetting?
I stare at my half-packed suitcase, tossing in clothes, my sunscreen, charger, and a few shorts. My heart feels light — it's been forever since I've gone on a vacation. I can almost feel the ocean breeze already. But… where's Jimmy?
I glance at the clock. It's been hours since he left. I've called him a dozen times — no answer. That's not like him. My smile fades. A strange unease crawls under my skin.
"Jimmy," I whisper to myself, dialing again. Still nothing.
Then — ding-dong.
Relief floods me. Finally! I rush to the door, yanking it open—
—and freeze.
It's not Jimmy.
It's Daniel.
He stands there in a dark suit, calm and composed, a faint smile curving his lips. "Were you expecting someone else?" he asks casually, stepping forward before I can react.
I instinctively take a step back. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to pick you up," he says, shutting the door behind him.
