Chapter25

#Chapter25

The song of the Weavers as the male birds frantically build their nests for their respective mates drift in the still morning air, the smell of the wood fire the night before hangs over the campsite, and the morning mist rises from the sun-baked ground as Juliana is gently brought to the surface of wakefulness by the feel of soft kisses in the nape of her neck, and the gentle touch of fingers running up the inside of her smooth thigh, slowly stroking her and bringing her awake with a smile on her lips as she looks up into the loving gaze of the man that has stolen her heart.