In a little over an hour, the morning flight would leave from Cat Island to Nassau. Glancing away from the spacious window, her gaze rested on the mysterious man. Roberto Sanchez. His features were relaxed and peaceful as he lay on his side under the covers. She wanted to touch him. To reach her hand out and caress his skin, but she didn’t want to chance waking him. Or even worse, he’d awaken, rise from the bed and leave her first.As she lay on her side, facing him, her heart ached. She was shocked by the feelings assailing her. This was supposed to be one reckless adventure, not a night filled with unforgettable passion this man brought to her. I shouldn’t have asked for his name. The mask should’ve stayed on.It was too late now to understand Silverman’s wisdom of secrecy and subterfuge. It was a lot easier to leave something behind when the true essence hadn’t been revealed. When it was intangible.Uncertainty lay like a rock in the pit of her stomach, weighing down her heart and mind as she turned over and slipped quietly from the bed.
