Completely content, she ran a hand through his hair. “I say the fourth s starts now if you’re not too tired.” “I think I can manage that.” When he kissed her, she knew he could, and would. So she fell into the kiss, into him, as they held on to each other in the wide-open space, with the breeze blowing through the door of the house on an island where there was no one but the two of them.
