Our romantic weekend is cut short and Dillon instructs the yacht captain to bring us back to shore. We eat a quick dinner in silence and I shower then change into my clothes making Dillons scent die out from me.
Not like that's gonna help the case but Dillon insisted. The drive back is also silent. Neither of us know what to say. The spy must have gotten back to the mansion by now. There is no chance that we could make it on time. The yacht is much slower than the speed boat.
He pulls into the driveway and Dillon comes to a sudden halt. He turns to me with a serious expression on his face. "Remember no matter what happens or what is said I'll always choose you over anyone," he tells me then kisses my forehead.
We both climb out of the car and head towards the door but it swings open by
