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Chapter Forty-Three: Almost Doesn't Count
Jack She looked so beautiful relaxing there on the blanket by the river. I loved the way her long hair played over her bare shoulders, and the way her pink blouse made her look so sweet and innocent. Her relaxed pose was ruined when she saw me approaching. She sat up abruptly, and I saw her gaze move uncertainty between me and Phoenix. “It’s okay, Robyn,” Phoenix told her gently. “I asked him to come.” She didn’t look entirely convinced. I took a seat beside her and drew the picnic bag closer. “Phoenix and I are used to doing things together,” I said as I pulled out the bottle of waterproof natural sunscreen I had purposely packed in the bag. I pulled her hair aside, taking advantage of the seemingly innocent moment to let my fingers trail through the silky soft strands. “Can I
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