SHE cuddled against me, soft and warm. “Hey, babe.” I kissed her the rest of the way awake until she reached up for my lips. Chuckling low, I asked, “Remember what we talked about last night?” “Hmm?” She fluffed the hair from her face with a frown. “What now?” “About your family. Your parents in Santa Fe?” She’d slept soundly. I on the other hand had paced a strip into the rug before getting on my phone in the late hours of the night. “What about them?” “I arranged flights. For today.” “What?” She hopped off the bed. “I’m not ready to see them!” “’Course you are.” I masked my breaking heart, approaching her. “You got me to go home. One of the best weekends of my life. Let me return the favor?” Except it wouldn’t be just one weekend for her. She had an entire family she’d been cut off from for almost a decade.
