Page 91 of Driving Him Wild

nothing to reach for. Hell, even utteringgoodbyefelt insurmountable.

‘Goodbye, Graciela,’ Jensen murmured heavily, apparently having no trouble with the word.

I didn’t respond. Couldn’t.

Could only watch as he sauntered back to his car.

I thought I knew what pain was.

The days that followed Jensen’s departure introduced me to a whole new level of desolation.

So when Elsa slid the envelope addressed to me on my desk, I barely glanced at it. Barely had the

strength to lift it.

When I summoned the energy to open it, the power of my need floored me.

Hands shaking, I read and re-read the words.

Don’t fire her, but Elsa tells me you have no firm plans for Christmas.

Join me for a private event in Copenhagen next week.

I guarantee a misery-free and unforgettable adventure.

Spend a day or a week. Your choice.

Come and I’ll tell you about the whales.

Jensen

CHAPTER TEN

I SHIFTED AGAINST the soft leather of the town car, my booted foot bouncing on the foot well carpet.

Nerves threatened to turn me inside out. But my gaze remained fixed on the entrance to the airport’s arrival hall. Jaw clenched, I tried to regulate my breathing.

Adrenaline was good in any situation. It kept you sharp, focused. Nerves, on the other hand,

were...bad. And since I couldn’t remember the last time I’d beenthisnervous, I was lost as to how to deal with it.

I laughed under my breath. That seemed to be the recurring theme when it came to dealing with

Graciela.

She’d kept me in suspense for six long days, refused to give me an answer to my invitation,

drawing out my nerves until I’d thought I would snap. When she’d eventually answered, she’d done

so through Elsa, giving just a date and time of her flight and nothing more.

I’d wanted to meet her inside the airport but decided against it.

The last thing I wanted was to set the tabloid press after her. And while I could fly under the radar in most countries, I was as recognisable here in Denmark as the Mortimers were around the globe.

I’d fucked things up, not once, but twice with my righteous bullheadedness. I wanted, no,neededto get this right this time.

But what if I didn’t even get the opportunity? What if she didn’t turn up?

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