From where Bianca stood, it seemed like he could fall at any moment. But in truth, there was another step behind him, a narrow ledge, a railing still close enough to grab.

“Bianca, you finally came,” he murmured, a wistful smile spreading across his face.

To him, her frantic worry was proof that she still cared. And he savored every moment of it.

“Blake, come down now. The wind is strong, this is dangerous!”

Bianca walked closer, her dress whipping in the fierce gusts.

But Blake only ...