What’s wrong?” Seth sighed. He couldn’t believe he’d knocked on her door, but damn, he was exhausted, and he couldn’t keep himself from trying to see her. They’d passed each other a few times in the week since the dinner with Trish and Bill, and he’d watched over her from afar, but it wasn’t the same. He’d missed her, missed the sound of her bright laugh and the way her cheeks flushed when he looked at her, far more than he’d thought possible. “Seth?” He straightened up from where he’d been leaning on her doorjamb. He couldn’t tell her the truth, that he’d been fighting Shem all day. “I don’t mean to impose, but I just pulled sixteen hours at a job site, cleaning up a contractor mess, and I’m dead on my feet. Would you be so kind as to order me a pizza, or something? I think the only reason I’m still upright is I haven’t eaten since...” He scratched his head, unwilling to tell her it had been yesterday.
