As dusk settled over the beach, Rory stood in the sand, a blanket wrapped around her as the pinks and blues of sunset swirled in the sky. The silence of the shoreline was both strange and comforting, so different from what she was used to in the city.
“Beautiful,” Micah said, stepping up beside her.
“It really is,” Rory said.
“I wasn’t talking about the sunset,” Micah said.
She couldn’t contain the smile that spread across her face as she looked at him. He matched her grin and leaned over, resting his arm over her shoulder. His smell was intoxicating, and as she nuzzled into him, he slid beneath the blanket, draping it over both of them.
She stood in the silence for a moment, afraid to ask how the phone call with his lawyer had gone.
“It went good,” he whispered, kissing her on the top of her head.
She looked up at him. “Did you just read my mind?”
“It’s not exactly like that,” he said. “More of a feeling. Sometimes its images.”