C119 A Tryst in the Bentley

DESTINY

After Ronan left, James suggested we go for a drive. The longing in his eyes was apparent as he glanced at his gleaming motorcycle. But he wouldn't risk it with me being pregnant. As we ven-tured further from home, the road stretched out endlessly before us. I couldn't help but wonder where James was taking us.

"Where are we going, James?" I inquired