I woke to a soft tapping on the window. It was Jameson. He motioned for me to come outside. I wiped the sand from my eyes and opened the window.
“I can wait if you want to change,” he said.
Embarrassed I had fallen asleep in my evening gown, I grabbed the first sweater I found in my wardrobe and threw it on over my clothes. The emerald material against the crimson dress gave me the ridiculous appearance of being a tree with a festive skirt.
“I don’t mind waiting for you to change,” he smirked.
“We aren’t going anywhere, are we?” I challenged.
Shaking his head, he gave me a brilliant smile.
“Then, this is fine,” I decided. “I am glad you came. I have more questions.”
“I told you I would, and I will always keep my promises to you,” Jameson said. Our eyes locked. With just a look, I fe
