Chapter 62: Stories

“What happened to your mother?”

I glanced up from the book I was reading. A few days before, while I was looking through the bedroom closet for more warm-weather clothes, I’d come across a treasure trove of old paperbacks. Most of them were romances, which was not a genre I usually enjoyed, but I was so hungry for books that I began devouring them. The only drawback was that the love stories fed into my dreams, which were becoming increasingly detailed, lust-filled and always featuring a man with dark hair and smoky eyes.

Now I blinked at Rafe, reluctant to pull myself out of the story where the heroine was just about to be ravished by the pirate with a heart of gold who had kidnapped her.

“My mother? What about her?”