TESSA WAITED FOR THREE minutes after the door shut behind Kayleb, staring at that tiny strip of paper he’d left on the floor. She was frozen in indecision, one part of her demanding that she swoop down and hide his address away for safe keeping while the part that remembered the pain and heartbreak of their parting screamed at her to leave it be. They were done, it was over, nothing could change her mind.
But he’d been standing right there.
God, Tessa could still taste the scent of him on the air, even over the stale stinky miasma of the building. She should have never touched him, she’d be remembering the warm give of his skin under her fingers for days. Weeks, maybe.
She couldn’t stay here, though. Not when Kayleb knew the location, not when there was a risk the pirates had staked it
