They dressed rapidly. Follow wrapped his suit coat around her as they left the gazebo and slipped his arm around her abdomen, expecting to feel her near him. Inside the house, he strolled her to the steps and gave her one final kiss. "I'll see you toward the beginning of the day."
"Aren't you hitting the hay?" He shook his head. "I have a couple of calls to make."
"Okay. Goodbye." She went up a few stages, then, at that point, turned around to peer down at him. He was currently at the foot of the steps watching her. "Whenever we get to Seattle," she said in a soft tone,
"I would rather not head to sleep alone." He sucked in his breath cruelly, the prospect of lying with her in a bed solidified his body and delicate ened his heart. "No," he said roughly. "You will not head to sleep alone
