She checked the clock repeatedly. At what time would Danton switch back? Vamps closed at one a.m. and it took awhile to get all the stragglers out. Between cashing out and cleaning up, a good part of an hour could pass. She figured he’d probably turned back around two a.m. It was now almost four. She turned the clock in the opposite direction. Had she made a mistake in running away? She could have been with him for the evening. They could have returned to her apartment after dinner and spent the rest of their time in her bed. No, she couldn’t think that way. Sure, it was rotten timing to have an attack, but they occurred during times of stress, especially when she dated Brian. Too much had happened since last night and she needed some distance to understand it. Too late for regrets. Danton was gone. She passed up the opportunity to be with him and had to move on. Throughout the next day, anxiety settled inside her like a physical weight. She was working the bar tonight, which meant she’d be near Danton.
