Zara’s POV
After a fairly amicable evening with my husband despite everything that happened, I went to bed. Waking up this morning, I figure that I really need to get some time in with the other security members as that is part of why I am here.
I head out into the living area in search of coffee, finding Gerrard already up and awake, settled in a chair at the small table, one ankle resting on his knee as he reads something on his tablet, a cup of coffee by his elbow. Another cup sits across from him, and as I approach, he looks up smiling before nodding toward it.
‘I made you your wake up juice’ he murmurs teasingly, ‘black as night and with enough espresso to kill a small elephant.’
Taking the seat on the other side of the table, I huff out a laugh as I pick the cup of liquid gold up
