He lets out a low breath.
“Charlotte—”
“I’m just telling you what it’s like.”
“You’re doing more than that.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
I smile, watching the water slide over my feet.
“Maybe.”
“I could leave,” he says suddenly. “Get on the yacht. Be there in a few days.”
“You’re not doing that.”
“I could though.”
“Dane—”
“I’m serious.”
“Dane—” I can't help smiling. “Two more months. Then you'll be here with me.”
I turn the phone and give him the view—the water, the fading light, nothing but open space.
“Our own private paradise.”
“Two months is too long.”
I step into the shallows, warm water swirling around my calves.
“It’s almost over.”
“Good,” he says, quieter now. “Because I’m so fucking done with being away from you.”
Something in my chest tightens.
“Me too,” I say softly. “Come the second you can. I’ll be here waiting.”
“Yeah.”
He holds my gaze.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Talk soon.”
After I hang up, I keep staring out at the water.
The water shifts around my legs, warm and steady. The sun has dropped lower now, everything washed in pink and amber. Soon the sky will turn that deep shade of blue that comes just before dark.
Two more months.
