Sister Maria Martinez whom I believe I’ve mentioned before has been giving me cooking classes. Today I learned how to bake mean banana bread. The secret apparently is half a cup of dark rum.

It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplicity of the island.

He smiled wickedly, and my body warmed. “Girls dig bad boys.””Unfortunately, that’s true.””Is there a message, Bridge?””In your dreams,” I replied with a roll of my eyes, but it was all an act because there...