EMILY’S POV.

“What’s wrong? You can’t concentrate?” My temporary partner asked, when she saw me rubbing my forehead continuously. “Or you have an headache?” She asked, placing a hand over my forehead.

“No. It’s fine.” I replied, with a smile, and she withdrew her hand. I went back to sorting out documents, and tried to concentrate. What on earth did John mean by a three-day trip? Just the two of us?

My God, that will be uncomfortable, and hellish. What would we do when we ...