“Shouldn’t you go to Reid?” I asked as Sterling accompanied me up the stairs toward our bedroom.
“I’m going to change clothes too.”
I looked down. Though he’d put on a t-shirt and slipped his feet in canvas loafers, he was still wearing his bathing trunks. I shook my head. “I guess it goes to show my mind isn’t here. I almost forgot we were on the yacht enjoying the sun a few hours ago.”
His lips brushed my hair. “It’s understandable. Believe me, we’re working on this.”
“I just want to get to Winnie and hug Louisa.”
“You will.”
I wish I shared his confidence. Though I didn’t, I kept reminding myself that Sterling was better versed in these kinds of situations. It was another case of being outside my understanding. Then again, wasn’t kidnapping outside most people’s understanding?