(Wasn't going to put this in, but...it was better than me describing it as a past event.)
Charlotte
Greece was beautiful.
But Brady was even more beautiful.
He probably wouldn’t like her calling him that, though. He was sweet and sensitive, but that would be borderline for him.
Probably.
She woke up early in the room while he slept, and she crept out of bed to the small window that faced the ocean. They didn’t have a balcony, but Brady tested the roof just outside and it was sturdy enough for them.
She picked up the white satin robe she dropped on the floor the night before. Brady turned in the bed, but didn’t wake. She ducked out the window and perched herself on the flat roof. Fishermen were bringing in their boats from doing…whatever fishermen do when they bri
