Caris stretched in the bed on Saturday morning and found herself alone. She was learning Malachi was an early bird and he had been awake every morning ahead of her. She always woke to hot coffee and hotter kisses when she reached wherever it was, she found him.
The last three days had been the best of her life. Malachi had been attentive and adoring, pampering, and spoiling her rotten. They had hiked, swam, and lazed about. She had read her stories while he fished or went for walks on his own. It was as if he knew she needed alone time to process things with her family and with him. He’d made love to her until her muscles ached with it and with every step, she took she was reminded of his vigorous attention.
She was feeling nervous for what would happen once they returned to San Jose. Th
