Life was beyond perfect, and when the sheer perfection of it terrified her—-
A breeze tickled her cheek, and she burst into laughter because this wasn’t the first time Damian had held a portable fan to her face. After finding out what Sarah believed was God’s way of letting her know she had made the right choice, he had used this tactic every time he saw her eyes darken with sadness.
“You really have to stop doing that,” she told him. “People keep asking me about it—-”
“Give them the same answer I do,” he said with a shrug.
Her eyebrows shot up. “Don’t tell me you told them the truth!”
He shot her a pained look. “Give me more credit than that, love.”
“Then what did you tell them?”
And he answered simply, “I tell them I know when you’re feeling hot.”
“Oh.” That made sense…wait. It took her a second to realize how ‘hot’ could be interpreted in another way, and her gaze flew up to him in horror. “Damian!”