ASHFORD CRUISE
After hours of turning and tossing on my bed, I finally got some sleep, and her face kept popping up in my dream. No matter how hard I tried to avoid thinking about her so much, I ended up thinking about her again. It was not my offense, though; she was pretty. I recalled the sparkly blue eyes that kept looking at me, and I devoured them.
"I have to go to Mom’s or she is going to blow my phone up." I thought to myself, and I threw up the covers.
I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and walked to the shower. As the water poured down on my body, I made a promise to find Crystal Finley. She was my mate, and I was going to look for her. I knew she was scared and probably confused, but I had to find her and explain it to her.
"You took forever to get here; your father
