Identity Series Book 2: I Am Sarah

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Chapter 10

I was lying on my front, almost asleep, as Erik trailed his finger over the scars on my back.

“What happened to your mother, Sarah?”

I shrugged one shoulder, too tired to move more than that. “I suspect she’s still here in the city somewhere, maybe even in our old apartment. Why do you ask?”

“Because if she’s still alive, I’d like to kill her.”

I opened my eyes. He was sitting beside me, his legs crossed. The frown on his face scared me.

“Don’t say that, Erik. You’re not a murderer.”

His frown deepened, and his finger stilled for half a second before he resumed his tracing. I rolled onto my back and raised myself up on one elbow. With my other hand, I brushed his forehead. “No wrinkles, remember?” I said, and I smiled when he chuckled. I pulled him down for a kiss, and then I said, “It was a long time ago, Erik, and I have learned to live with it. You need to do the same.”

His lip curled in disgust. “Nevertheless, if she ever has the misfortune of crossing my path, there is no guarantee she will live through the encounter.”

My eyes were drawn to the scar on his shoulder, one that I had never seen before. I had asked him about it, and the matching one on his back, when he had taken his shirt off, and all he would say is that a lot happened while I was traveling around Europe. I didn’t want to badger him about it, but I was determined to find out what had happened.

“Don’t think about my mother anymore,” I said, kissing him again. As the kiss heated up, he placed his hands on the mattress on either side of my head and stretched himself over me.

“Help me think of something else, then,” he said with a wicked grin.

I opened my mouth to chastise him when there was a knock on the door. I gasped instead, and he chuckled when I grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover my chest.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he said as he stood and grabbed his pants and shirt. “I wouldn’t let anyone but me see you like that. Just a minute!” he called out as he hurriedly dressed. He put his hand on the door handle and then looked back at me with the grin still gracing his handsome face. “You can stay here and wait for me just like that if you like.”

I threw a pillow at him, and he laughed as he unlocked the door and slipped out barefoot.

I stretched my arms over my head and slid down into the white satin sheets with a sigh. I figured I could lounge around for a few minutes and then see what was going on. Just then, I felt the yacht jolt and then sway as it moved away from the dock and down the river toward the Atlantic Ocean. I settled deeper into the sheets and enjoyed the sensation of being rocked.

“Sarah?”

I opened my eyes to see my husband sitting on the side of the bed, the corner of his mouth tipped up slightly as he looked down at me.

“What?”

My mouth felt like cotton, and my forehead furrowed when Erik chuckled.

“I wasn’t serious when I told you to wait here for me, you know.” He reached out a hand and ran it across my forehead. “You say wrinkles for me would be bad, but on you they would be a tragedy. Stop frowning.”

The room was much darker than it had been when Erik had left, and I looked up at the portholes above the bed. The shades were up, and I could see that the sky was a deep cobalt. I was sure it had been a much lighter shade when he had been called out of the room, and I looked back at him questioningly.

“What time is it?”

He smiled and said, “Almost six. You’ve been asleep for four hours.”

I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. “No, I haven’t!”

“Oh, yes, sweetheart, you have, and it’s almost time for supper. You need to get up and get dressed.” He glanced down at me, and his earlier grin returned. “While I don’t mind you like this, it’s not appropriate attire for on deck.”

“Erik!” I slapped his arm, and he laughed before cupping the nape of my neck and pulling me close for a kiss.

“Hurry up,” he said, standing up. “I’m hungry, and Mrs. Chase said that the food will be ready in a few minutes.”

“I can’t be ready that soon! I have too much to do before I can let anyone see me!”

“Sarah, we are going to be on this boat with these people for a very long time. You need to relax and not worry about how you look around the crew. Besides, I think you’re beautiful, and I’m the only one that matters.”

I smiled when he repeated my words from the night of our first kiss. “Nevertheless,” I said, slipping out of bed and picking up my dress, “I still need at least fifteen minutes.”

A deep groan came from Erik, and I thought it was at the thought of having to wait that long to eat, but when I looked at him, he was staring at me, his eyes that turbulent blue that spoke of his desire more clearly than words. Then he crossed the short distance between us in a few steps and crushed his lips to mine as he drew me to himself. I returned the kiss fervently, and he picked me up and placed me back on the bed.

“Supper can wait,” he growled and kissed me again.

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