They were cool, satiny, not at all unpleasant like she’d expected. This quiet, secluded place, bordering still, deep waters, was the perfect setting. She just hoped Drako would find her earlier than later. She was counting on Lei to give him the note. They’d fallen into a routine already, after only a few days. Routines were good, when it came to certain things. Dressing for work. Paying the bills. But not marriage. Not sex. Tonight, instead of finding her in the den, her book in her lap, he’d find her here, at the very back of the property where the river scented the air and fireflies danced in the inky night. And instead of finding her wearing a frothy concoction of lace and satin, she was wearing nothing but the gift he’d given her. Earrings and a smile. Thankful it wasn’t a cold night, she stretched out on the soft throw she’d spread on the ground and plumped the pillows she’d brought to make things comfy. The snap of a twig up the hill told her someone was on his way down.
