The sun was very low in the many colored sky, a million sparkles glittering on the water, and Juliet O’Hara sighed, the beauty of it all making her shiver.
In response, the arms around her tightened and in this moment she was completely and utterly content.
Standing there on the beach, wrapped in Shawn’s arms Juliet couldn’t help but smile. “I needed this. It’s been such an awful day,” she said softly.
“It’s over now,” Shawn murmured, brushing a kiss to her head and she nodded, sighing contentedly once more.
“This is just what I needed,” she said again. “How do you always know just what I need?” she asked softly and she felt rather than saw him smile.
“Psychic.”