Rain Over Wyndmere
"I've already booked the flights. I picked out that waterfront guesthouse in Wyndmere on purpose. The scenery's gorgeous. It'll be perfect for you to relax, and maybe the fresh air will even help you recover faster."
Soren smiled and slipped an arm around her waist. His gaze, however, drifted past her and landed on me with open, unbridled satisfaction.
I stood at the far end of the hallway, watching the scene, and could only find it absurd.
Corinne heard me and looked up. Her tone was as casual as if she were giving instructions to hired help.
"Em, perfect timing. Come check whether I've left anything out of the bags. Soren and I are going to Wyndmere for a while."