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He’s been here before.
I ran my right hand along the tidy linen on the bed.
He’s slept here before.
With the glass of red wine in my left hand, I continued through the room, stopping at the large window on the opposite side.
He’s stood here before. Looked out of this window with the weight of his problems resting on his shoulders.
I could feel his presence. I could feel his energy. I could feel his troubles. I could feel his urgency to be unshackled and released.
To his family.
To his niece.
To me.
Suddenly, I yearned for his company. His voice. His scent. His hands. His eyes.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
I gazed at the screen of my cell for the eighth time tonight. He’d been clear, warning me not to wait up for him. And, I hadn’t. But, I’d fully expected his call to come once I was settled on the yacht. It hadn’t.
A sigh parted my lips as I began to pace the floor.
Overstimulated.
Overdue.
10:08p
My buttery soft slippers patted against the wood. The nine o’clock hour had come and it had gone without as much as a message from Josiah.
“Knock, knock.”
Roaman appeared on the opposite side of the door, peeking her head inside of the room.
“Yes?”
“I’m here to make sure you’re alright. I hear you pacing.”
I nodded with a smile. Her thoughtfulness had been inherited by Rome. If it wasn’t her at the door, it would’ve been Rome. There was no question about it. The two were angels on earth. Most times I believed we didn’t deserve them.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Okay. I’m available to talk if you aren’t.”
“I love you, babes.”
“In every lifetime.”
“Come find me.”
