She swam towards Ned and he grabbed her again, a brown arm slipping comfortably around her waist. ‘I’m sorry I scared you,’ he apologised earne...tly. Water from her sopping hair dripped into her eyes and she mindlessly brushed it away. ‘That was cruel,’ she admonished, still annoyed with him for being so thoughtless. ‘Forgive me?’ His green eyes twinkled and she melted. ‘I suppose,’ she said. He pulled her closer until their bodies touched, the heat of his skin scorching her despite the. ” I was about to speak. She held up her hand. “Again, I’m not accusing. Just telling the story. My husband had just left me a few days before hand. I’m a devout Catholic, Mr. Stephens. A hard core, devout Catholic. My entire family is. We don’t believe in divorce. We believe marriage is forever. So you can imagine how devastated I was at the time. My husband had left me. He packed up and moved out one day while I was at work. He didn’t leave a forwarding address, a phone number, no way for me. Messy light brown hair. Gorgeous blue eyes. I give a little laugh. “Yeah, I guess. Just one stupid box, of course.” His smile is breath-taking. “There’s always one.” He starts to walk towards me. I move out of his way and he reaches in and grabs the box. He pulls it away with ease. When he straightens up, there’s another grin on his lips. I fake a scowl. “I loosened it.” We share a short laugh and I’m surprised at myself. I was flirting with this random stranger! “After you?” he asks,. I restarted the countdown and all other thoughts and concerns faded away as my ability to concentrate was taxed to its fullest. He seemed to know what number I was on because just as I changed the number from two to one he spoke, again in low relaxing tones."As the number on your forehead becomes a zero I want you to picture it as a closed eye. You now have three closed eyes. Keep your breath in your thoughts and while keeping your real eyes closed, open the one on your forehead."It was a very.