“Me, neither.” Georgie’s heart warmed at the silhouette of sleeping child against the starry sky. “I didn’t think she’d ever fall asleep,” Hutch whispered.
“Let’s go out just a little bit farther, shall we?” Her lips parted, and the words “I love you” floated in her mouth, waiting for the faintest puff of air to push them out. “Beautiful,” he said, his eyes smoky, his voice throaty. Why now? She brushed them back so she wouldn’t break the connection. The breeze ruffled the skirt around her knees and blew curls into her face. His gaze swept back to her, rich with meaning. yes, this is my favorite.”īecause of the sand or because of the company? “I take samples from every landing, every shore. He held up the vial for inspection as if it were one of his formulations. “What are you doing?” A gentle wave chilled her feet, and Lucia squealed. “You sound like Bergie.” He pulled a clear glass vial from his pocket and scooped up sand.
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