Chapter 88 Soft Talk

• The afternoon sun had gentled to something softer by the time they left the villa. The hush of paradise settled like a sigh around them, the wind tugging lazily at Ellerei’s linen cover-up and lifting the ends of Knox’s shirt as they strolled side by side along the winding coastal path.
• For once, the heat between them wasn’t blistering—just warm, content, a steady burn instead of a wildfire.
• They didn’t need to speak at first. The lull between words was easy. Comfortable.