Miss Elliott brought in my coffee and bagel, carefully placing them on my desk. She went over my schedule, confirming two meetings I had outside the office. “I won’t be back this afternoon.” She looked puzzled, checking her notebook. “You don’t have anything in your schedule.” “I made the appoint...
Kourtney and the little runner were one and the same. My Chefgirl. I didn’t know what to do with the information but the thought of her out there, running in the dark every morning, alone, made me tense. It wasn’t as if I could appear beside her while she warmed up and expect her to be happy I jo...
I glanced up, distracted with my thoughts. “What?” Zachary smiled at me, pulling my hand down. “Tugging at your ear.” “Oh.” I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it again. He reclined back in his chair, sipping his coffee, regarding me with a smile. “You do that when you’re thinking—usually when ...
Ten days. I had been ‘home’ for ten days. And, despite the time, I still felt less at home now than I had felt almost immediately with Joshua.I sighed and got up, realizing I had been lying there longer than I thought. Sleeping-in was not allowed here. Everything was regimented. What I ate, how I...