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And I liked it.
He’d been right about the moon. It was full and bright and looked enormous. The stars were also clearly visible in the inky dark sky.
As we walked along, the trail inclined and declined, sometimes dipping low enough the ocean spray threatened to soak us when the waves crashed against the dark rocks.
“So… what did you think of the drawing?” he asked.
Instantly my belly boiled like a pot of anxiety noodle soup.
“I liked it very much. Actually, I loved it. It’s… beautiful.”
He squeezed my hand. “You’re beautiful.”
“Gray…”
“I’m serious. I’m not handing you a line. From the minute I laid eyes on you in Greece I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. You’re even more beautiful now. I’d like to draw you again.”
He paused before adding. “There are some other parts of last night I’d like to repeat as well.”
I stopped walking. Gray turned toward me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. Dropping his head so that our faces were only inches apart, he asked, “So are we doing this? Is this what you want?”
I nodded, my breaths rapid and light. “Yes. I do. I want you.”
Gray smiled then looked up and past me toward the property of the estate behind me.
“I have an idea. Come with me.”
He took my hand and tugged me toward the low rock wall that bordered the path in this section. Atop it was a decorative black iron fence—not too tall, but not a cinch to climb either.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, though no one was around to hear us, and even if they had been, the waves would have drowned the sound of our whispers.
He didn’t answer but stepped up onto the stone wall, reaching back to offer me a hand up. I hesitated but took it. Gray pulled me up beside him with ease.
Now we both stood on the top ledge of the stone wall, the iron fence at our bellies. Clearly he meant for our next move to be climbing over it.
“Isn’t this private property?” I asked.
“It’s one of the homes owned by the Eastport Bay Preservation Society. No one’s here right now.”
“Won’t there be guards?”
One of his shoulders lifted then fell. “Maybe. Up at the main house. But that’s two hundred yards away, and we’re not going there.”
“Where are we going?”
He grinned. “You’ll see.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
STARRY NIGHT
Scarlett
Grabbing the top of the iron fence, Gray hoisted himself up and over it in one move. Then he reached over and put his hands under my arms.
“Ready? One, two, three… jump,”
I had no time to think, just followed his instructions. Before I knew it, I was over the fence and standing in front of Gray.
