22 Chapter 22: Mariana

It's our last day at the conference, and I, for one, am relieved. The website wasn't kidding when it stated it's an intense five days. I'm almost surprised I made it through.

Santos and I walk hand-in-hand into the conference room and head straight for the coffee. It was a long night.

He releases me to go talk to one of his new therapy friends, and I continue to the java. Victoria, who is standing in front of the cups stirring her own liquid gold, quirks an eyebrow at me.

"Looks like someone had a good night. I don't think I've seen him so relaxed the entire time we've been here."

I smirk. "No comment."

"Ah. So does this mean you've made up your mind about what to do?"

I sigh and dump some creamer into my coffee, avoiding her gaze. "Yes. Maybe. I don't know. One night of hot sex doesn't make up for anything, ya know? I just missed him. And I think I needed that connection with him again."