“I like you impatient, baby.” He stroked the backs of his fingers over my cheek, grinned, and then headed toward the back of the cottage.
I turned and went into the bedroom, dropped the duffel bags beside the bed, and opened the shutters that covered the windows. There were no screens, and I hesitated to open the windows, unsure if there were animals on the island that might make themselves at home here.
I decided to wait until I could talk to Mark about it.
It wasn’t a big room, or perhaps it appeared that way because the bed was so large. The frame was bare, but I had no doubt that in one of the boxes Mark had carried into the cottage was a blowup mattress and bed linens.
A niche had been cut into one wall, with a bamboo bar at eye level holding a number of hangers, and below, a few
