Chapter Thirty-Seven
HOLTI wake the next morning in a position I thought I would never be in again. Next to Sylvie. But not just next to her. My arms encase her as if I am worried she might try to run again if I don’t keep her close.
Doesn’t that sum up our whole relationship? Her running. Me never wanting to let go.
This morning, though, I make a special exception. Leaving her warm, naked body to get up and dress. My board presentation is early this afternoon. But instead of doing a few dry runs yesterday like I should have, I spent most of the evening making curried goat and an “appropriate side” with Sylvie.
I don’t regret a thing. But I do have to play catch up this morning. Which means reviewing the main points of my 45-minute speech with room for Q&A at the end while I clock eigh
