Leila nodded as a yawn escaped her lips. I squeezed her hand reassuringly, as we exited the plane to our waiting limo. Within minutes, we pulled up in front of The Pierre. "Is this all right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Leila shook her head in disbelief. "Perfect. I loved it the last time we stayed here."

A broad smile spread across my lips. "I was hoping you'd say that." Personally, I loved staying here, but I wanted to be sure that Leila agreed.

Henric, my ...