Chapter 44

• RAFAEL
• The bathtub filled with vanilla-scented bubbles and pink flower petals was ready for our leisure. The moment I got to know Savannah, I understood a little what she wanted from a relationship. She was the type that liked chocolates and flowers and romantic gestures, she was sweet, so she appreciated being given affection. She deserved these things. I didn’t want her to think I would abandon her as her ex-husband did. Maybe she was already thinking about it by the tone of her questions.
• “It’s beautiful,” she murmured with twinkling eyes.