Chapter 4

God knows we’ve lived together long enough.”

“I do care about you, Esteban. There was no

one else I wanted to see as much as you tonight, but we’re both raw

right now. We just lost my parents. We would do anything for them

right now, and maybe we need to make sure of what we want also. We

agreed when I went to Cairo that we would wait and see what

happened. Let’s keep doing that for a bit, at least until we are

back on our feet.”

“Okay,” Esteban said, kissing the top of my

head. “You should know though that I will keep wooing you for a

bit. Now that you’re home, I plan to show you just how glad I am

that you're here. Is that fair?”

“That’s fair," I said, noticing that we had

finally reached the entrance gates to Passenger Hall, my family's

rural Virginia estate, an estate that had been in my father’s

family for generations. 4:

Home

The trees that lined the mile-long driveway seemed

dark and protective as we drove to the house. Old brick and three