Chapter 7
After showering, Greg went onto the balcony and sat with a glass of wine, staring at the sky and wondering why the stars had lost their glitter.
The doorbell rang, and his gut tightened. He got up and looked out the door’s peephole. River stood there, hands in his pockets. Looking good enough to eat.
Greg flung open the door, but a greeting died on his lips when River stepped inside without looking up, hands still in his pockets.
“Where did you go?” Greg asked. “I tried to find you afterward, but you’d left. You weren’t in your condo and you didn’t answer your phone.”
“I had some business to attend to.”
“I was afraid you’d flown back to Madrid without telling me.” The next words came tumbling out, trying to make it okay because he feared he’d lost him to Marleena or had dri
