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Nope, not thinking of that.

Santiago leans a little closer. “What do you feel like eating,mi sol?”

My eyes scan over the menu again, then I turn my head to meet his eyes. “Uhm…maybe the filet?”

“How would you like it prepared?” the server asks.

“Medium to well done.”

“Veggies, fries, or salad?”

“Fries, please,” I reply, and it feels so good to place my order, a grin forms on my face.

I begin to enjoy myself, and when I look at Grace, I can feel the bond I used to share with her strengthening again.

Chapter 22

SANTIAGO

This trip to the island turned out in my favor. I’m no longer nervous about the future because Ciara’s made it clear she wants to stay with me.

Thank fuck.

I don’t know how I would’ve handled having to leave her with Grace.

Eladio is recovering well, and I get to spoil Ciara today for her birthday. Things are looking good.

Lying awake in bed at one am with my arm tucked under my head, I’m too excited to sleep. I’m waiting for five o’clock so I can wake Ciara and we can watch the sunrise together.

A soft shuffling noise has my eyes flicking to the partially open door, and climbing out of bed, I switch on the bedside lamp.

Before Ciara, I used to sleep naked, but since she’s been living with me, I wear sweatpants so I don’t accidentally traumatize her even more.

I walk to the door, and opening it, I find Ciara sitting on the floor right outside my bedroom.

Looking terrified, her eyes dart up to me, and she whispers, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No.” I crouch down. “Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“I had a bad dream.” Her eyes sweep over my chest, and the fear quickly vanishes from her face.

Holding out my hand to her, I smile. “Want to sleep by me?”

She quickly places her hand in mine, and as I help her up, she says, “Please. If it’s okay.”

“It will always be okay,” I assure her.

I get to have her in my bed.

I lead her into my room and wait for her to climb onto the bed. The light blue shorts and T-shirt she’s wearing has me struggling not to stare at her legs, ass, and the clearly visible curves of her breasts.

Who would’ve thought blue balls would take me out at the age of thirty-eight?

When I bought clothes for her, I made sure there was a variety because I didn’t know what style she preferred. At first, she lived in sweaters and slacks, but since coming to the island, she seems to be growing more confident.

I lie down beside her and switch off the light again. Not letting the chance pass me by, I turn onto my side and reach for Ciara, pulling her close to me.

Lying face-to-face with her, I push my arm beneath her head while brushing her hair away from her shoulder with my other hand.

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