EXCERPT
We made the ninety-minute journey with Adam’s car and driver, which I learned was provided as a courtesy with his brother’s apartment. Our driver, Francis, was born and raised in Barbados and talked animatedly about everything we passed, including answering all of Adam’s questions about the older buildings.
The storm had touched the entire island, but as we traveled west the devastation increased. Fallen leaves turned into fallen branches that got bigger and bigger the further we traveled. We passed through the harbor in Bridgetown and saw damaged sailboats.
When we hit the West coast, we began traveling north and the roads became more narrow and twisted with sharp turns. Francis made a quick detour to avoid a fallen tree and I gasped reaching for Adam’s hand. It was there waiting for me. He engulfed my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. There was a tightness in my chest that wasn’t the signal of an impending panic attack, and a warmth spread through my body that had nothing to do with lust. Our eyes met and he gave me a reassuring smile and a wink. I quickly turned away and continued to gaze out of the window without letting go of his hand.
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