“So,” Josh leaned back on the bow railing of the ferry. They had their own little section of the foredeck to themselves. Slouching back, facing away from the view, provided him the perfect position to watch Melanie as she watched the approaching city.
She’d caught her hair back in some intricate French braid that appeared effortless to create and was exotically beautiful to look at. But from his vantage, what it did was keep her hair—as much as he liked it down—clear of her face. Her emotions were so visible against those fine features, it was incredibly intimate.
Especially after talking through his marriage and divorce in such excruciating detail. That she still looked on him at all was a wonder.
And he liked that intimacy, ignoring that it couldn’t last once they were ashore. For o
