Chapter 16

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌⁠"Come here," he said.

Whoosh. There he was. He strode through the door, tan safari shirt, smelling like a man who'd just driven hundreds of miles through Central America in an open Jeep. I wanted to undress him with my teeth and lick off the sweat. Brown eyes, skin tan as leather, he threw his arms around me and I felt the weight of the world slip away. He was here. I was wearing a robe, fresh from