Chapter 14
Adam stared into the flames as he heard the wind pick up outside the window. He should leave and make sure the townspeople were safe inside, but he didn’t want to move. He had Rachel in his arms. She had wiggled her way down from his shoulder to his chest, over his heart. That seemed to be her favorite spot; it was becoming his too. They sat like that for who knew how long, he ran his fingers through her hair staring at the fire while a new storm was blowing in. Neither was in a hurry to move. His legs were falling asleep propped on the coffee table, but he wasn’t moving for anything.
“Thank you for not hating me,” he whispered into her hair and kissed it. He took a deep breath of her beach scent. It should have reminded him of what she had waiting for her, but it served as a
