Page 130 of Bride By Coronation

Ivan: We have a problem.

Sharp points dig deeper in my gut.

Me: What?

Ivan: Dante Marino's SUV hasn't moved from the runway since he and Fiona's mother landed and got off the plane.

My chest tightens. I glance at my wife and take a few deep breaths.

I don't need this right now.

They're her family. Of course they're going to be worried about her.

Me: Why am I just being informed about this?

Ivan: I was just granted access to the runway and wasn't told they were here until now.

I grind my molars in frustration and irritation. Something is off with security. I've felt it since they took away my privacy. Things should have returned to normal now that Fiona and I are married.

Does the Omni still have surveillance on me?

If so, who at the table is making these calls?

I return to my phone.

Me: Find out why you weren't told they were there.

Ivan: Already on it.

The wheels squeak, lowering for landing. I stroke Fiona's cheek, murmuring, "Wake up, my little bird."

Her eyelids flutter a few times and then she lifts her head. "Are we in Chicago?"

"Almost. Put your seat belt back on," I instruct.

She obeys, then asks, "What time is it?"

I glance at my watch. "It's a bit past two in the morning."

She yawns and stretches her arms as the wheels touch the ground.

I scan the runway, and my chest tightens. A black SUV is speeding toward mine.

"Fuck," I grumble.

"What's wrong?" Fiona asks.

I turn toward her. "Your mom and Dante are here."

Her eyes widen. "As in, at the airport?"

I point out the window at the SUV parking next to mine. "Yes. Right there."

"Oh shit," she frets.

I grab her hand, assuring her, "It'll be okay."

She furrows her forehead, giving me a helpless look.

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