Nathaniel's POVI sat in the back of the darkened SUV, my eyes fixed on the small figure sitting on the sand. It was her. Even from this distance, I would know the tilt of her head anywhere. Ariana was dressed lightly—far too lightly for the evening breeze coming off the water. A part of me wanted to throw the door open, run across the dunes, and wrap my jacket around her shoulders just to feel her warmth again."Aren't you getting out, sir?" my driver asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror."No," I said, my voice sounding raspy even to my own ears. "I’ll stay here like this for a while. You can go, grab some coffee or something. Return in an hour.""Thank you, Mr. Coop," the man said. He stepped out, leaving the engine idling quietly so the heater stayed on, and disappeared toward a nearby shack.I kept watching her back. She looked so calm, so serene, just staring at the black expanse of the Atlantic. I realized in that moment that I could never get tired of watching her.
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