#Chapter67

“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 slipped it around her, drawing her close beside him. “It’s just beautiful, isn’t it?”

Seeing the old man reel in a...