Phineaschuckled, nuzzling the nape of my neck. “I have a surprise for you, but you haveto get your arse out of bed and jump us home.”
I sighed,rubbing my eyes, and pushing the covers from my body. “What’s the surprise?”
“If I told you,it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“If I toldyou, it wouldn’t be a surprise,”I sassed, forcing myself out of bed.
Phineas laughed.“You’re going to love it. I promise.”
I forced asmile, padding to the bathroom where I washed my face and dressed in theclothes I had on yesterday, then met Phin back in the bedroom.
“Are you good?”he asked.
“I’m good,honey,” I assured him. “I’m actually ready to get home.”
After the confrontationwith Trask, I didn’t have the strength to jump all the way back to Scotland,but got us as far as Boston and found a sweet little hotel by the harbor forthe night. We gave Phin’s uncle, Dalton, the precise GPS coordinates of Trask’shome in Connecticut and where they could find him, trusting that he and the FBIwould take it from there.
He cocked hishead. “Before we head back to Edinburgh, how about a little detour?”
“What kind ofdetour?”
“The cabin.”
I shivered. “Oh,I am always up for time at the cabin.”
He grinned.“That’s the right answer, my love.”
We linkedfingers and Phin kissed me gently. “Ready?”
He nodded.“Ready.”
I gripped hishands as tight as I could and focused on our little cabin in the woods, nolonger discombobulated by the feeling as the portal opened and we jumpedthrough.
We arrived inthe bedroom of the cabin and Phin pulled me close. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” Isaid. “You?”
“I’m fuckingfantastic, sweetheart.”
I chuckled. “Oh,yeah?”
He nodded,stroking my cheek.
I slid my handsup his chest. “Tell me why you’re fucking fantastic.”
“Because you’refree.”
I fell againsthim as my breath left my body. “Oh, my word, you’re right. I am.”
I was freebecause Gavin Trask was behind federal prison bars where he would remain for therest of his pathetic life. Blind, crippled, and alone. Exactly what hedeserved.
“And thiscabin?” Phin pressed.
“Yes?”
Phin smiled.“It’s ours.”
“It is? Youmean, like, ours, ours?”
