She tries to laugh. “Where would I go but over the balcony?”
His lip turns up at one corner into the sexy smirk she remembers from her dreams. “You’ve got a point. Just stay here.” He moves to the door then turns back. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten the last time you were here. You’d better have a damn good story to tell.”
The tone of his voice only tightens the nervous knot in her queasy stomach. But the cold chill of the night is finally starting to give way.
***
The sounds of the jubilant party go on for at least an hour. She hears the laughter, Martin’s laughter, and him talking to his friends – she never imagined him with friends, or, for that matter, a life beyond her. What if she were on his arm now, enjoying the warmth of his body as she’s introduced to his friends? What if she co
