Henley
I stood in the galley kitchen, holding the plate when I was finished, not wanting to take Ezra away from his work.
He turned around and jumped, his eyes wide. “Oh! you scared me!"
I laughed. “Oh? I scared the big, bad military man?" I teased, handing him my plate.
“Hey! Having been in the military doesn't mean that I don't scare easily." He arched an eyebrow. “Ready to go?"
I nodded. “I'll wait for you in the car."
He smirked. “I think I'll take the limo. You wouldn't want to ride in my car."
I shrugged. “Why not? A car's a car."
“It's a Hummer."
I looked at him as if he were crazy. “So?"
“It's kind of high up."
I let out a deep breath. “Whatever vehicle you want to take is fine with me. I appreciate you doing this. But if it's too much, I can call the palace and have t
