Chapter 66

To love him meant trusting in his strength.

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With the phone pressed to my ear, I tiptoed back to Sebastien’s bedroom and gently cracked the door open. “That’s what I thought,” I said to Sam, on the phone. “He’s out cold.” I crept away to the living room and walked back to the dark window to stare at the moon.

“Are you staying away from the wine and whiskey?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I’m having some herbal tea instead.” I’d stopped at my third wine glass. I was proud of that. “I should let you go, right? I mean, we’ve been on the phone for an hour. Rocco’s gonna get impatient.”

“Honey, he’s locked himself up in our office to do some book keeping. Once in a while, I hear him curse in Castillian Spanish and then I know it’s time for another piece of almond chocolate.”