Her mom had begun making the usual assortment of holiday candies, as it was now December fifth, and she wanted to get her goody plates out to her neighbors early. For the past two days, Abby had been up to her elbows in cookies, caramels, chocolate, and lolly-pops, with little time to think of anything other than getting the concoctions up to a certain temperature. After ruining the first batch of caramels, she had been determined to lock out thoughts of Dylan while cooking. But today, she was free to do so, and the thoughts that entered her mind had her heart hammering. What had passed between them on the yacht was overwhelming. She hadn’t been a nun in her life, but she could definitely say that every experience had paled in comparison to that night. They had been in tune, completely in sync with each other’s emotions and desires. That connection was something that her heart yearned for, something that she had wanted her whole life. But was it only physical? She hopped in the shower, still pondering the question.
