Jared walked in. “Are you coming down for breakfast? We’re waiting for you.” “Oh sorry, I was reading and didn’t look at the clock.” “So you like the book? I’m kind of surprised.” “Why? It’s the closest thing to my situation I’ve seen. There’s a lot that’s different, but Brax really got the emotion right. I’m already almost done with this one. I can’t wait to see what happens to Samuel when his punishment ends. I just want to cry worrying about him, ridiculous I know. I almost feel like I know him, even if he’s fictional.” “The man can write. Are you okay? There are bags under your eyes. Did Brax hurt…never mind.” “No, he didn’t hurt me. I’m still just adjusting. Is tonight your night?” She hoped so, she liked Jared and if she couldn’t sleep with Brax, she had a feeling the sweet, young man would be gentle and it would be over quickly. “No, Saturday is mine. Last as usual, low man on the totem pole. Do you want me to write the list down so you’ll know?
