CHAPTER 19

NEOLA

"After all these years, ma chérie," he pulled me

in and kiss my forehead. I shivered, not used to having someone treating me

like Luke does.

I stared at him, eyes wide, not believing he was here,

golden mane and cheeks dusted with freckles, "Lyle?" my voice came

out little and scared, I cleared my throat and repeat, "Lyle."

"Le seul et unique, Lyle de L'ile," he kisses each

of my fingers which made me laugh, a bit nervous. " How, I mean, what a

coincidence!" my voice came out like a whisper. I stared at him, still not

believing that he is here. "I am here...