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Von woke up and reached out to his side. Emily was no longer lying down beside him.
He let out a small sigh, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he stared up at the ceiling.
'Of course she's already up.'
He reached for his phone on the nightstand.
[5:34 AM.]
Which gave him about twenty minutes before he actually had to move. Rolling out of bed onto the cool floor, Von knocked out a quick set of push-ups to wake his body up before heading straight into the bathroom for a hot shower.
By six o'clock sharp he was dressed, and by six-ten he was heading down the staircase into the foyer.
But the moment he got down, he remembered exactly why he had been in a foul mood since last night.
Because the interview wasn't in Miami.
Emily had dropped the bomb on him the previous evening: he was flying to Toronto.
Von still couldn't believe it when he replayed their late-night conversation in his head.
