The smooth sand squished slightly under Marlena's feet as she paced back and forth between the island palm trees. John's actions of the past half hour had turned her mind into a mush of ideas and questions. What could possibly change him so much, unless it was the mercenary speaking? That wasn't even a question …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 