8
It took only a few minutes for me to change and fix my hair and face. When I left the bathroom, I found Jesse leaning over the chair I had spent hours in, reading what I’d left up on the computer screen. His brow was creased in concentration. I hoped we could spend time together that evening without revisiting anything that occurred during our separation.
I slipped on one of the pairs of sandals Jesse had bought, then pulled on a sweater to cover my bare shoulders and arms. I might be posing as a tourist, but Egypt was still a Muslim country. When he still hadn’t moved, I walked around behind him and read over his shoulder. He had pulled up the first article in the series and was just finishing when I brushed a kiss against his back.
“This is excellent, Piper,” he said, looking over h
