Then she cleared her throat. “So … Where are you, exactly? Still in Florida?”
I glanced back at Sasha, who raised an eyebrow.
I smiled softly. “I met someone.”
The corner of Sasha’s mouth curled up immediately.
“And I might have moved to Puerto Rico.”
He folded his muscular arms, clearly enjoying this heavily edited version of events.
“And you didn’t think to mention that earlier?” my mother said sharply.
“It happened quickly.” I raised my brows. “And it’s not like you were asking.”
“Who is he?”
I grinned and shot Sasha a heated look as I tried to describe him in a way encompassing everything he was.
“He’s … intense.”
Sasha smirked.
“But he’s good to me,” I added.
This much was true, at least.
“And you’re staying there?”
“Yes,” I replied, looking out at the ocean again.
“I think … I think this is where I’m supposed to be.”
There was another long pause, followed by a sigh.
“Well, I suppose I’ll have to come and visit.”
I blinked. “That would be nice.”
“Don’t sound so surprised. And call me next—” She caught herself. “I will call you next week.”
“Sounds good. Bye, Mom.”
“Take care, Adelaide.”
The line clicked off. I stood there for a moment, staring at the phone until Sasha walked out onto the terrace.
“You really gave her a shortened version. Cut out all the good parts.”
I shrugged.
“It’s the PG version.”
He raised a brow. “It’s also the least accurate version.”
“I left out the kidnapping. I felt like that was probably the right decision.”
He studied my face carefully. “You’re alright?”