Gerrard’s POV
I can’t stop fidgeting, Zara has been gone for over three hours, and it feels like it’s been two weeks. I may not have thought through my idea of her going to the range as thoroughly as I should have because, from the moment she left, I’ve wanted her back here with me.
Checking the hotel didn’t take any time as my staff had already done a sweep yesterday so my walk through was purely cursory. After only half an hour, I was heading back upstairs, missing my wife and getting grumpier by the minute until Montague started giving me concerned looks. Not wanting him to realise what the problem was, I excused myself with the excuse of needing to make a telephone calls, and now I’m holed up in my office, whilst my team leader sits at the small dining table out in the lounge, drink
