Michael Thorn didn't find the little woman in the bedroom, so he tracked the faint scent of water and vanilla out to the balcony. She was exactly where he expected.
He sat down close behind her on the outdoor lounge chair, his long arms easily wrapping around her waist to pull her back against his chest. He rested his chin gently on Evelyn Sin's soft shoulder, inhaling the sharp, clean fragrance of her freshly washed body. Evelyn leaned completely into his embrace. Neither of them spoke a word, simply letting themselves dissolve into the rare warmth and tranquility of the midnight hour.
Above them, the stars in the night sky blinked and shimmered, while just beyond the private terrace, the vast city below remained fiercely alive with endless carpets of neon lights. The cover of darkness made everything look incredibly beautiful.
