Esther had dreamed of kissing Marshall Robison every day and every night for the past seven hundred and thirty days. Maybe seven hundred and thirty-one, if last year was Leap Year, which she couldn’t really remember, because she was kissing Marshall Robison.
kissing Marshall RobisonAnd it didn’t matter that the man hadn’t gone on a second date in years. He still knew how to kiss a woman like he meant it, and wow, did he mean it.
Esther breathed in the citrus and soil scent of him, threaded her fingers through his hair, and kept him right against her mouth.
The boat rocked underneath her when he finally broke the connection between them. He leaned his forehead against hers and said, “All right. I definitely think we’re dating now.”
And while Esther had not appreciated his business advic
