6
A warm breeze danced across the garden, setting the leaves of the aspen trees surrounding the patio into a rustling shimmer that reflected the late afternoon sunlight. Cat sat at the little bistro set she’d placed off in the secluded corner, sipping from a glass of sauvignon blanc and trying to tell herself that it was just fine for Loc to be gone this long.
Almost as if she’d summoned him herself, he was suddenly there, letting himself in through the little gate that separated this section of the patio from the rest of its concrete expanse. That same wind blew in his loose, shoulder-length hair, sending raven-hued strands fluttering around his face. They weren’t enough to conceal his dejected expression, however.
“No luck?” she asked, hoping she sounded appropriately sympathetic desp
