18Felicia“You’ve been watching me,” I say.
It isn’t an accusation, just a statement of fact.
“I have.” He nods shortly. I can’t see his face; the shadow of the tree blocks us from the diamond-like lights in the sky. “I couldn’t have you roaming into the night and getting lost, maybe going to the village and running into somebody . . .”
I step into the light. “Come here, please,” I say.
“I’m fine here.” His voice is tight.
“You don’t want me to see your face,” I note.
“Maybe that’s true.”
“I’m asking you nicely.”
“I know.”
I sigh, throw my hands up. “You left me, Lance, with a stranger.”
“A stranger . . .” He shakes his head and steps into the light. His eyes are so full of emotion I struggle to believe I’m looking at the man I met on the yacht. He looks into my face, his mouth se
