Jason knocked again, wondering if maybe she’d crossed the hall and waited for him at his place instead. He wanted to see her again with a desperation that bordered on silly. Surely he could stand to spend nine hours apart from a woman he barely knew? But that wasn’t quite accurate. While two weeks ago he didn’t know very much about Sabrina, the past days of loving and talking told him more than he thought possible. An orphan, she showed enthusiastic fascination when he told her about his family. He didn’t think of the stories of the trio of brothers as particularly entertaining, but Sabrina proved herself an apt pupil. He probed into her past and she told him a lot. Not everything, he could tell that much, but a lot. Some things so haltingly, he wondered if she’d ever told anyone else before. With time, maybe, she’d tell him more. His concern for her grew when he knocked again with no answer. Still doing a delicate balancing act, he turned and slipped his key into the door to his place.
