Two long, blissful, ravishing, surrendering, intimate days alone and uninterrupted. This hurricane went down as the best-timed storm in her life. The water had halfway receded in the yard, and she and Jay both knew he could drive his Jeep right out in the conditions, but he said he couldn’t leave her there with no way to escape if she needed to. She wanted to think it had nothing to do with transportation and everything to do with how he felt tangled up with her in her bed. The day after a storm passes through is always the most gorgeous. The beach was littered with whole conch shells, and other treasures washed ashore from the turbulent tides. Haven held up a piece of beach blue against the sun. The hue was almost the same color as the sky. “Hey, check this one out.” He probably wouldn’t know how rare it was to find a piece this big, smooth, and blue. Jay jogged over to where her feet were planted in the wet sand.
