“They just shacked up? Living in sin? Tsk, tsk. They renovated and put a huge addition on the orphanage, and Stewart and Izabella moved in with Hope and Adam.” You left me feeling sorry for the poor dude. “Hope married her university friend and Stewart fell in love again. “Now, where did the previous dream leave off?” she questioned him. She paused to admire the picture he made in his dark shorts and burgundy silk golf shirt. Will was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the news on television when Keeghan stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.
Rolling onto her side, she tried to focus on the clock radio on Will’s side of the bed. Opening her eyes, she saw the television in their hotel room, and the navy patterned bedspread on the queen-size bed. Will was either in the shower or shaving. “Where is he?”įocusing on her surroundings, she heard running water. Without opening her eyes, she extended her hand, feeling around the bed for Will. She rolled over, settled her head on her pillow, and snuggled her back into Will’s chest.Īn hour later, she began to wake, yawning. “What I’d give to sleep as soundly as you do,” she grumbled. Turning her head, she shifted her attention to her husband. Shut up, she willed the people in the hall. Prying her eyes open, she vaguely remembered they were in Kassima, and the time difference. The loud hum of unfamiliar chatter tore Keeghan out of her slumber.
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