Thinking back, I’d do it all again. We lost our home and moved into my family’s old tudor mansion in one day. The two-hundred year old place settled a gambling debt and none of our family ever lived there.
Jim left for days while I stayed and tried to make the creepy place more homey. Still reeling from the whole ordeal, I leaned over the kitchen countertop to settle my jangled nerves.
I felt his heat first, gently wiping away my tears.
My breath hitched.
He touched me like Jim never had, never could.
“Who are you?” I whispered.