Page 34 of Worlds Apart
“Tell me I’m not too late.” Martin kept walking toward her. “What should I do to apologize?”
Tears sprang into Sunny’s eyes. This was nothing like she’d imagined. In fact, being the center of attention was generally a recurring nightmare.
But this time, she wasn’t alone. Martin was with her.
“You asked me on the phone if I could see myself living in Kenya.” She blinked back tears. “Permanently. And I wasn’t really awake when I answered.”
“So you flew to Nairobi?” Martin suddenly seemed to realize that they were the subject of stares and public amusement. “Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and walked her toward the baggage claim, turning down a corridor that looked a little more private. “What about your work? Your family?”
“I told you I do most of it remotely anyway. I told my boss I was going to quit to try living in Kenya and he was kind of desperate when I said that, so he told me I could go one hundred percent remote, which I was kind of hoping for because I didn’t want to have to find a new job if I didn’t have to, but I also got a raise, which I was definitely not expecting.” She looked around, and reality suddenly cut through the exhaustion. “You’re here.” She looked up and smiled. “I missed you.”
Martin let out a strangled laugh. “I missed you every hour of every day you were gone.”
“Me too.”
“Sunny.” He looked around, then he leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered against her lips. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“What about your flight?”
“I was only going to see you.” He put an arm around her, grabbed the shoulder bag from her arm, and took her suitcase in hand. “I’ll call my driver to meet us.”
They walked past security and everyone seemed to move out of Martin’s way. It helped that he was tall and seemed to know where he was going.
“Can you call Alice and let her know that Trevor doesn’t need to pick me up?”
“Who is Trevor?” Martin looked down with a stern frown.
“Friend of Alice’s.” She leaned into his shoulder and felt the exhaustion starting to take over. “I did not sleep at all on this flight.”
He rubbed her back. “You must be exhausted.”
“And my rental is on the second floor.” She yawned. “I don’t know how I’m going to get my suitcases upstairs. I don’t think there’s an elevator.”
“I’m not taking you to your rental place.” Martin secured his arm around her waist. “I’m taking you home.”
ChapterTen
Sunny woketo the sound of birds singing on the balcony. A warm breeze touched her face and she heard low humming in the distance. She opened her eyes and the sun reached across crisp white sheets, inching toward her body.
She was still wearing her leggings and the oversized t-shirt she’d dressed in the day before. Or had it been two days? She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking around the room.
Sunny was in a lavish bedroom with dark wood floors, lush Persian carpets, and white walls dotted with bright modern art. There was a distinctly masculine feel to the room with dark wooden shades covering most of the windows, a long dresser with a collection of heavy fragrance bottles and a mahogany valet stand with a suit jacket hanging from the back.
Where was she?
Memories creeped in. A dark SUV at the airport with Martin barking at a driver in a black suit. Calling Alice to tell her she had arrived. Martin on the phone with Alice, arguing in Swahili. Half a dozen voices chattering around her as Martin ushered her into his apartment.
He’d carried her. Sunny blinked. Martin had carried her into his room and taken her shoes off before the comfort of a soft, flat surface convinced her body to finally give in.
Now she was staring at a picture of her in one frame and another of the two of them from their last night in the Mara that Alice had taken with Martin’s phone. She’d had the same picture in her bedroom until Martin had broken up with her.
There was a tapping at the door and it creaked open on shiny brass hinges.
Martin appeared carrying a tray and wearing a huge smile. “You’re awake.”
Sunny stretched up and covered a massive yawn with her hand. “Hi.”
“Yes, you said that at the airport.” Martin was still grinning. “You’re in Nairobi.”
