The Danish Ari ate earlier didn’t agree with her, or maybe she drank too much orange juice, but her stomach was churning. She took deep breaths, willing the nausea to go away. And the movement of the limo didn’t help. Henley reached over and squeezed her hand.

Ari smiled. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too.” Henley tilted her head to the side. “Better?”

Ari nodded. “You okay?”

A smile curled Henley’s lips. “Never better.”

Tomas pulled ...