Chapter Seventeen
Jordan
I dreamed of soft skin and curves, sweet breath and sighs.
I woke to an empty bed.
Jerking upright, I quickly scanned the church interior. “Natalie?”
The bathroom door stood open, the small room beyond as quiet as the stillness around me. Cursing, I threw the sheet off my waist and hopped out of bed, brow furrowed and stomach clenching.
I yanked on my trousers, slipped on my shoes, and not bothering to button my shirt, I strode outside into the rising sun. The gardens sat in silence except for the tweets of birds and buzzing of insects.
She’d left me—without word, without a note. Why?
Expecting my face portrayed the thunderous rumbling inside me, I stalked into Adam’s house by way of the sunroom. No one sat at the table, although the scent of coffee lingere
