Josh walked into the rehab facility surprised.
It was lavish and nice, the people all nice and helpful. As he coasted down the warm beige hallway, he rounded the corner like directed. The outside balcony of the facility showed the beautiful view of the mountains and the land it was on. But he wasn’t there for the view.
Instead, he found Arabella sitting there under a blanket drinking tea with a thoughtful expression. Walking up behind her he taunted, “I heard they locked you up here for reckless behavior.” Arabella glanced over her shoulder warily and regarded Josh thoughtful, “Josh Yasmen, King of Amsterdam. I would curtsy, but considering here, we’re of mutual ground, don’t take offense if I stay seated.”
Grinning like a shark, Josh shrugged casually, “Of course darling,” Sittin
