Amaya paced the kitchen, waiting for Chase to see the last reveller off the property.
She shouldn’t be this nervous.
It wasn’t as if she’d never made love to him before.
Though as she watched him stride towards the house, broad shoulders squared, long legs eating up the distance, a full moon casting shadows across his face and glinting in his dark hair, she knew the man he was today was a far cry from the boy he’d been ten years earlier.
If she’d loved that Chase unreservedly, unashamedly and unabashedly, what hope did she have of holding back her emotions this time around?
As he neared the door she quickly dropped into the nearest chair and picked up a magazine from a messy stack in the corner, pretending to flip through it without a care in the world.
When he entered, she took a pe
