Chapter 20
As soon as the yacht took off, Peter's shoulders dropped considerably. He seemed almost human as he filled her wine glass. This week had been out of this world, and despite his stress, he'd been nothing but a gentleman. Her mind screamed to get details before her heart became his.
Despite the thought, Belle's body hummed as they sipped wine in the afternoon sunshine on his air-conditioned yacht. The wine was perfect, crisp but sweet, like him. She glanced at him, and he let the sunshine hit his face with his eyes closed. He seemed relaxed.
She scooted her chair closer to him, and brushed his arm as she asked, "How are you?"
He reached out and placed his hand on her knee again. Clearly he was peaceful. He massaged her gently. "I'm happy you're here."
She sipped her wine and
