Stranger (2)

I stood behind the window, holding a binocular I had found on a table; with that, I watched him glide on the water's surface, surfing the ocean. The thrill on his face, as he conquered the dangerous waves sent a chill into me.

What had he said, "Whatever happens here, you should know it's still me"?

What was this place? That brought so much out of him that set him at ease, the relaxation I had never seen since the years we'd been together.

I looked at the card still in my hands, then back into the binocular; well, if I were going to be held hostage, I would enjoy the view.

Despite the danger of the situation, I sighed; yeah, this man was an inferno, Nerdy with a touch of dangerous, the type of guy no one would expect certain things from, but then he did them.

My father wouldn't know how wrong he was.

My heart did a flip when Noah arrived.

Good grief.

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We were in the car back to Sardinia, and throughout the journey, he was on the phone, talking to Grace, trying to curb the scanda