#Chapter 217 – Across the Atlantic

I’m perfectly happy to let our days pass as a strange mix of shared, noisy meals together book ended by a great deal of time alone with Kent. The two of us spend the spare hours between meals in our cabin or out on the sun deck, talking quietly about our plans, or about nothing. It’s precisely what I wanted – just time to reconnect, to decompress from the stress of planning the perfectly-timed execution of several felonies, to recommit ourselves to each other. But after about a week of begin pretty much constantly at each other’s side, I turn over in bed one morning and nudge Kent on the shoulder with my fingers. “You have to talk to Daniel, you know,” I murmur, frowning at him. “What?” he asks, frowning down at me over the reading glasses I picked out for him. He’s already awake, letting me sleep in a bit while he enjoys a cup of coffee and reading some international news on a tablet. I think I surprised him by being awake. “Seriously,” I say, yawning and reaching for his coffee.