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highlighting yellow undertones set off by the soft pastel color of
her maxi dress.
    With the realization that she’d be spending several
days away from home and her hair stylist, she’d endured hours at the salon,
getting meticulous twists that roped downwards past her shoulders and stopped a
few scant inches above her ass. Before their early morning trek to the airport,
she’d looped them into a bun and wrapped a silken scarf around where they
rooted from her scalp, keeping them in place. Had they wandered into the isles
with a bit more Afro-Latin ancestry such as the Dominican Republic where they’d
spent their honeymoon, she could have easily been mistaken for one of the
local, stunning island girls. It was in the fluid, rhythmic movement of her
hips and the dusted gold effect of her complexion.
    Nyssa was indeed a rough talking, cement stomping, city born shark. But at the heart of her, she couldn’t deny
her love for this atmosphere. Hence why he’d brought her here. Vacations out of
the country tended to restore whatever depleted energy they had, allowing them
to rest before they were forced to return to the real world. He sensed that
this time, his wife needed it more than him. Something was weighing on her. Something that she couldn’t seem to verbalize. They’d been
friends long before they’d been lovers and somehow, intimacy had been lost and
replaced with this driving need to play the roles appointed to them. Woman.
Man. Wife. Husband. Sister. Brother. Aunt. Uncle. Mother. Father.
    Where Sansone and Nyssa had traipsed off to in the midst of obligation, he didn’t know. But he intended
to find them on this trip and force them back home. The connection that had
made them unstoppable for years—that extraordinary ESP exclusive to
them—was blurring. He didn’t like it. She didn’t like it. They needed to
fix it. He’d contemplated the solutions for hours a day as to how.
    When Nyssa suddenly grinned, those bright hazel orbs
still closed to all around her as she just took in the feel of the breeze, Sansone grappled with his camera. Getting it turned on and
to the right setting, he took a snapshot or four, marking the moment as the
beginning of them finding their equilibrium again. She looked happy ; an expression that had been fleeting for months now. He
could see her visibly relaxing the closer they got to the dock and hoped that
things could only get better from here.
    As if sensing his stare, she suddenly opened her eyes
and looked directly at him. She raised a brow at the camera, but said nothing.
His next shot was that of her lush mouth lifted on one side in a smirk that
he’d come to know well over the years. She then shook her head and went back to
admiring the waves.
    He stood and walked over to her, stopping at her side
to press a kiss to her cheek and take another shot. The picture captured her
scrunching up her nose while he smiled against her face.
    “ Stai bene .”
    “I feel good,”
she murmured back, absentmindedly patting his jaw. “I do believe this was one
of your better ideas, Mr. Sultana.”
    He twisted his mouth as he stared down at her.
“Including that thing you only let me do to you during leap years and the night after Christmas because you claim
that doing it on Christmas would
offend the infant carpenter?”
    Nyssa patted his face a little rougher this time. “Go
away.”
    “ Nooope ,” Sansone drew out, wrapping an arm about her waist and
squeezing her. “I flew you out, so you have to put up with me. Dem’s the
rules.”
    She snorted. “Where? On Twitter where children who
should be learning how to spell are too busy arguing how much a first date
should cost, while coming up with hypothetical scenarios that only happen in
scripts written by Shonda Rhimes ?”
    He nodded. “ Yuuup .”
    “I want you to understand that with each passing day,
I’m concerned about the state of your mental health.”
    “I’ve been hearing this for the last eleven or so
years and