Wednesday. Amsterdam Airport. Amsterdam, Netherlands.
FELECIA DUCKED INTO THE women's restroom. She was more than a little surprised Kelsey wasn't glued to her hip. Ever since they'd left the flat that morning the other woman had stuck by her, grumbling about the stupidity of men.
In truth, Felecia had been glad for Kelsey's company. The intensity from last night still reverberated in her bones.
The knowing had come on her again. In his arms, surrounded by pleasure and safety, she'd known something good. Felecia's mother had explained that the sense was a gift from God. Her grandmother thought it was a supernatural ability. Felecia preferred to think of them as good instincts. Only, what she felt and thought and knew around Evan was so jumbled.
She couldn't know their future.
That was
