It wasn't until I reached the spa that I let out this great whoosh of a breath that I'd been holding in. I pulled my hair free of the updo it was desperately trying to escape from and closed my eyes. The breeze whipped my locks around my face, right now I probably looked like 'cousin It.'
In a dress.
I tried to quell my galloping, staccato heartbeat, repeating a mantra fit for the occasion.
'You're free of that brat now, you're free...' But I could still feel his fingers on my skin....
'Cerys?'
Like some sexy apparition, Declan stood a few paces in front of me, in dark blue jeans that hugged his muscular thighs, honed by years of professional surfing, no doubt, and a checked blue shirt open just enough to reveal a dusting of sandy coloured hair. Hubba. Holy frickin' Hubba.
'Declan..
