“It looks better now, don’t you think?”
Meriwa was standing in front of him, hands on her c****d hips as she surveyed the newly cleaned cabin with all the discernment of an eagle as it scans the ocean. The whole place was looking much better now - she was right about that - without the thin layer of dust on top of everything.
At some point in their mad dash to get everything done, she found something to tie her hair up with. Whatever it was, however, it wasn’t doing a stellar job of it. Stands of deep, black hair had escaped, tumbling down onto her shoulders in wild waves. Other, wispy stands had curled around to frame her face, which was pink and dewy with exertion.
Walker’s throat worked as he stretched out an arm over the back of the couch, fingers digging into the aged leather. I
