understanding. Kindness. Not a hard brand of a kiss that made
them both crave more until they lost their minds.
That sizzling attraction was there, though, and Giana was
relieved. It meant something. It meant that they fit together
physically. That they said the things they couldn’t voice with
their bodies. That they understood each other and connected
on an elemental level that was so much more profound than
anything else. It was reassuring, and she felt a great gust of
relief, like a strong wind had just blown into the room.
For better or worse, this was their life now. As Giana
brushed a gentle, chaste kiss over Coralyn’s soft, tender lips,
she resolved to make it a fresh start.
Chapter 6
Coralyn
Right after Carol left, things got awkward. Coralyn felt like
she was expected to do something. To be something. She knew
exactly what that was. Be a wife. Be a friend. Be a comfort to
a woman who had lost her memory and was struggling to pick
up the pieces. Be present in some form.
It was all beyond her. She’d had a day to cool off, and
during the hours she’d spent sleeping at her dad’s bedside,
hoping for a change, she’d regretted her anger. She’d regretted
everything. Her deception. Her lies. The plot to hurt Giana.
She’d shown up at the house because she wanted to slip the
necklace back somehow and she wanted to call the whole
thing off. She’d meant to get there before the damn JP was
there, not after. There had been no time to replace the
necklace. Part of her still wanted to make Giana pay for what
she’d done, the irrational, angry part of herself, but she knew
the wedding scheme wasn’t the way.