Finally a day where her cheek muscles wouldn’t ache from holding a smile she didn’t feel; finally a day where she could hide away from the entire town without having to answer questions.Before she poked her head out from under the blanket, she knew she was alone. The room was too quiet, the air too still and the other side of the bed too empty.For the better part of the past week, she and Deacon had spent almost every minute together, and while she’d felt overwhelmed and distracted by his constant presence, not having him beside her when she woke up was worse. Much worse.She fumbled her way out of the blanket, took her hairbrush and made her way to the rocking chair. The morning sun teased the horizon, casting shadows over the street below as Rhea repeatedly pulled the brush through her hair. When was the last time she’d simply sat down and enjoyed the quiet of a Sunday morning? When was the last time she’d wanted to?Any woman would be glad to have the chance to do just that, so why was she feeling so restless?
