“This all looks very busy.”
I jumped, turning to find Gideon grinning down at me. His sun-lit hazel eyes twinkled merrily under his neat brows and an answering blush swept across my cheeks. “Gideon,” I breathed before shaking myself of the immediate stupor.
I must have looked ridiculous, blushing like a child. It’s been weeks since I’d seen him, the memories of gardens and ponds, of lamp-lit dancing and jazz fading. But I’d thought about him, sometimes. When the nights were dark and the loneliness was unbearable.
That had been before the DOA. Before…all of this.
I’d thought him pretty in my mind, in my memories, but to see him standing here – in all his bronzed, Adonic glory – it didn’t even come close. How could I have forgotten how breathtaking he was?
“You look well.” His smile,
