Chapter 61: Free

That evening, Blake and Shasta enjoyed the sunset over the deep blue Pacific, watching silently as the blue sky faded into deep oranges, pinks, and purples. Leaning against the railing of the deck, Shasta sipped her glass of sauvignon blanc and rested her head on Blake’s shoulder.

“It’s beautiful here,” he noted.

“Mm-hmm,” she agreed. “But they’re down there, you know.”

He frowned. “Who is down there?”

“Guys with cameras.” They’d had to push their way through reporters and photographers when they’d returned to the house, closing the gate behind them to shut out the noise and intrusion.

“How do you know?”

She laughed humorlessly. “Because they’re always down there.”

Blake put his arm around her waist and hugged her to his side. “Do you care?”

“Not really. Do you?”

He sighed. “Not really. Although I’d like a little privacy with my kitten.”

“Then we should go inside.” She turned and headed back through the glass doorway. Blake followed.