Chapter 67

　　The Only One

　　“This place is like paradise.” Ben stood by the guest house window looking out over the lake at an old man with a floppy hat fishing off the shore on the other side. “I wish we could stay here forever.”

　　A familiar electricity radiated through his back as Imara’s healing touch covered his skin. Although in the weird, skewed fabric of their lives, it was only a few days since they laid naked in each other’s arms; it felt like a hundred years. He lifted his arm and slid it around her, drawing her close beside him. “It’s just beautiful, isn’t it?”

　　Seeing the old man reel in a fish, Ben fisted his hand in victory and smiled. “I could teach you how to fish. We could rock on the porch swing every night. You know what? I bet it snows here. I’ve never even seen snow before.”?

　　Imara grinned at him in the reflection of the glass. “Me fish? Well, I’ll go with you, but I’m not touching those stinky old things.”