Truce: The Historic Neighbor from Hell, Page 60R. L. Mathewson
“And this one?” she asked, pointing to a dark grey rock close to the beginning.
“This one is from the hotel in Boston where I got to hold you in my arms for the first time. ”
“And this one?” she asked, pointing to the next rock.
“Is from the same hotel,” he said, looking down at her.
“Why did you get two from the same hotel?” she asked, looking adorably confused.
With a smile, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers as he whispered, “Because that’s when I realized that I never wanted to let you go. ”
And this is only the beginning……….