CHAPTER 7 WhitneyI realize I’m probably just another adventure for him. Maybe he’s only that for me, too. I’ll go home and get on with life and have a good story to tell.That’s what I’m telling myself anyway, because I don’t want to lose my head about this. I need to be smart. I’m going to just enjoy it, for as long as it lasts.And enjoying Connor is so easy to do.We’re currently walking a beautiful, gently curving path, talking easily. He’s back to wearing his navy shirt, and using his ... View the Post

CHAPTER 4 Whitney“We meet again,” he says, still smiling. My estrogen starts flowing at the sight of that smile and those eyes. I couldn’t stop it now if I tried. “Hello again.” I step into the elevator. He looks—and smells—freshly bathed as well and I have a sudden vision of him naked in a tub. God. Between that and the fact that there’s apparently no escaping this guy, I completely forget why I was trying to escape him to start with.The doors slide closed with a soft thud and the little ... View the Post

CHAPTER 1 WhitneyI’ve met a lot of people on the Camino del Santiago over the past thirteen days. Some I’ve loved, and some I’ve merely tolerated, but this is the first time I’ve wanted to punch anyone in the nose.I’m not the punching type, either, to be clear. I’m pretty even-keeled and have never so much as slapped a guy on the face, but oooooh these idiots behind me!I’ve been walking along a dirt path sheltered by towering trees I can’t identify, enjoying the gently swelling, green hills ... View the Post