Vidal felt no surprise to find Rosalind in his room when he returned. She looked unbearably sweet sleeping there, her lush black lashes lying against her pale cheeks. Unable to resist, he sat beside her on the bed and pressed a gentle kiss on her pale pink lips. “Wake up now, querida,” he said softly. “I want to see your beautiful eyes.”
Her lashes fluttered.
He stroked her cheek tenderly until she awakened.
“Vidal.” She mouthed rather than spoke his name, and intense longing shone in her brilliant green eyes.
“I’m sorry for my gruff tone earlier. I was surprised, but of course, I am very glad to see you. It was thoughtful of you to bring me the letter, and I am impressed that you recognized its importance.”
She smiled as she sat up and touched his hand.
He brought the delicate finge
