“Names aren’t important, are they?” He cupped her cheek
“Don’t leave me, not this time.”
with his hand. “Thank you for saving me,” he whispered and
“What’s going on?” His eyes widened and he pulled free.
tenderly kissed her lips.
“No, no, no, no, don’t go,” she said but his image
She gasped, inhaling his divine scent and succulent kiss.
vanished.
Her heart pounded, feeling his lean firm body against her.
Cindy opened her eyes and listened to the pounding surf
She didn’t know him, just met him, but it didn’t seem to
outside her Longboat Key condo. She stared at the ceiling
matter. She was with a too-good-to-be-true man. She then
fan and reflected on the reoccurring dream that left her with
heard the sound of breaking waves.
the same old questions. She climbed off the bed, feeling the
He heard it too and stepped back. “That can’t be the surf.” He frowned. “The coast is miles away.” “Ignore it.” She took his hand and her eyes moistened.
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arthritis in her bad knee and hobbled to the sliding glass doors. Six stories below, the rough surf hammered the shoreline from last night’s thunderstorm. “Damn waves,” she
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