15
CHARLESTON
PRESENT
The wind whipped through my hair as Ash turned off of Highway 17 toward Charleston. We’d made good time in his Range Rover. Truthfully, I was glad that I hadn’t had to drive. I’d never gotten over my years in New York City. I hated driving. Anything longer than to work and Ash’s and back was too much. Why didn’t we have high-speed trains for all of this?
“Your hair is wild,” Ash mused as the speeds lowered and we pulled into the city.
“It’s always like this in Charleston. We were feral children.”
He laughed. “Oh, I remember. You and Marina would run around, screaming like banshees.”
I arched an eyebrow. “So, how is that different than now?”
“Guess we’ll see when we get there.”
He reached across the console and took my hand in his. I swooned all over again.
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