Jefferson's POV
The decision to fly to Spain had been completely spontaneous.
I still couldn't explain what drove me to do it. The moment Elisabeth mentioned wanting pizza, my mind immediately went to the authentic Italian restaurant I owned in Lisbon. Before I could think twice, we were boarding my private jet.
Now that we were here, Freddie's recent updates about the business situation came to mind. A few days would give me the perfect opportunity to handle things personally.
I handled all the logistics while she enjoyed her meal, though I hit one small complication. The hotel with my preferred penthouse suite was completely booked except for that one room. My options were simple: wait until tomorrow or share accommodations with Elisabeth.
I chose to stay. Judging by the storm brewing in her expression right now, she was going to lose her mind when I explained our sleeping arrangement.
