I fall into the hammock, which gives me a perfect view of the waterfall across the valley. Huge tufts of vapor clouds rise from the pool below. The trees at the upper lip are craggy and dense.
I need to sleep. I just need to close my eyes and sleep.
But I keep glancing towards the bedroom door, waiting for a sound, a sign that she might still be awake.
The girl may have given me a child, but that doesn’t mean she’s equipped for anything else. She’s not ready to take on the mantle I would need her to wear if we were to go down that road together.
A don’s wife needs to be more than just a pretty face. She needs to walk the line between obstinate and obedient, between reckless and resilient.
And Kinsley… The woman may have survived an abusive father, a neglectful mother, an even more abu
