Mr. Haymore apparently thinks I’m the Energizer Bunny. He has me doing so many things I’m shocked that I’m still standing. But I like being busy. I feel productive. And that’s a much better alternative than stewing on my problems. I don’t have time to think about the fact that Ian hasn’t responded to my message—whether to worry about how he’s taking the news or to be relieved that he’s accepted my decision. And I don’t have time to think about Ward—to wonder how he’s recovering from his injuries or think about the fact that the impending grand opening means his work here is very close to done. Even if he’s well enough to get back on the job, there’s a chance I’ll never see him again. By the time the big morning comes, I’m both physically and mentally exhausted. The only reason I’m not in a puddle on the floor is that I’m jacked up on four cups of coffee. If I stand in one place for too long, my entire body starts to tremble and shake.
