All day, Sarah had been aching to steal Amelia away—to have her all to herself, even if just for a while.
Her heart thrummed with anticipation, overflowing with love, secrets, and a wild kind of joy. She counted every second until the last of Amelia's guests disappeared like shadows at dusk.
With flushed cheeks and nervous energy, she flitted between kitchen and living room beside her mother, Judith, serving food and drinks to family and friends.
But her mind wasn't in the plates or the laughter—it danced dangerously close to the edge of desire.
Every now and then, her eyes would stray toward him… her secret flame.
Since that breathtaking, pulse-pounding kiss they shared after skydiving—free-falling into the clouds and into each other—Henry had whisked her away on other unforgettable adventures.
Her lips itched to spill every detail to her closest confidante and blood sister–Amelia.
