Jude…

"Jude if you don't sit down soon, I am going to call airport security." Mason complained as I looked over at him sharply before continuing to pace again. It had been hours since we had landed. Where was he? Had I assumed wrong in thinking he would come? Of course not. I knew Tommy better than that. He'd be here.

"I'm serious. Stop it!" Mason reiterated as he stood up and grabbed me by the hand before laying an arm across my shoulders in that undemanding friendly way he had of doing when he knew I was stressed. Hell, this had been my idea. Why was I so…antsy? Okay, not antsy. Excited. I was downright excited as if I could already feel the heat of Tom's ire and the magnetism that somehow developed between us when we were arguing. He was my…my Tommy. The one person who could make me feel excited, angry, and on edge all at the same time. It was damn exhilarating! Mason squeezed my shoulder and I looked up at him with a smile just as a pretty young woman approached us uncertainly from the side. She was dressed in stewardess attire and I gazed at her curiously as she stopped in front of us.

"Jude Harrison?" She asked as Mason stepped back a bit while I nodded. Mason and I looked at each other a moment with unease. Oh shit! You know what they say about the best laid plans right? Something told me, mine were about to be all blown to hell.

"I was asked to give you this." The woman muttered before holding out a small white piece of paper, and I took it—thanking her as she nodded in compliance and then turned to walk away. Mason groaned.

"Don't open it! Lord knows, I'm scared to death to know what the man has written." Mason proclaimed as I looked up at him with a raised brow.

"And how do you know Tommy sent this?" I asked him with a smirk as he rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, Jude. You two are…unpredictable to say the least and this is…well unpredictable." Mason stated as he motioned toward the paper in my hand. I sighed before unfolding it slowly. He was right. This had fiasco written all over it. Tom's handwriting jumped out at me as I got it completely opened up and Mason drew up beside me—perusing it before laughing suddenly—gasping as he tried drawing in breath before finally collapsing on a nearby chair. His face was turning red and people had begun staring. Mine was turning red too but for a whole hell of a different reason.

"Oh man! He got you good, Jude. Oh God, I need an inhaler." Mason guffawed as I kicked at the legs of his chair—causing it to move enough he fell off onto the floor with a 'kerplunk.' Mason just continued to laugh as he picked himself up and brushed off his backside. Nothing was going to alleviate him of his humor. Nah ah! No way. I was so not amused—squinting my eyes as I looked up at the crowded airport before staring down at the paper again. I knew him. He would have asked the stewardess to wait to give it to me after he had managed to leave which meant he was way ahead of me already. Oh, my dear boy! How you surprise me. I grinned—handing the paper to Mason as the words flashed in front of my face.

I hope you have your thinking cap on, my little puppet. Take a Golden egg and the god Apollo and you have this island where a restaurant near the beach will be awaiting your presence. The most popular of the dining venues. You've been a naughty naughty little girl. Ummm….the possibilities. See you in Greece.

Love, The Master

Obviously, Tom had questioned some Greeks on the plane or he had been here on tour before with Boyz Attack. Either was a distinct possibility. Hmmm…and I was not above asking for help. I raised a brow up as I grabbed Mason by the hand, and headed determinedly toward an information desk I had spotted earlier while Mason grabbed for the handles of his luggage as I pulled on him. The lady behind the desk looked up at us in surprise as she laid down a book she had been reading and plastered on a smile. I grinned back.

"Is there anything you could tell us about the name of an island that might have something to do with a golden egg and the god Apollo?"