Eight hours later and I still can’t get the curiosity out of my head. Because . . . while I can’t figure out what that odd warmth I saw in his eyes means, the hunger I recognized. Surely, it means that our arrangement can continue? That I won’t have to go out there and find someone else to confess to. Gilliane leaves earlier than usual. Joyce barrels into my office to hug me goodbye before heading to Elijah’s. It takes her a mother a good ten minutes to drag her out of there. That little girl adores him. An adoration that is very much reciprocated, if the smile on his face is any indication. I’m unable to tear my eyes away from him. As if sensing my stare, his eyes jump to me. His smile disappears. Those dark brows draw together. Desire sparks in his eyes. Even from across the distance, I see them darkening.
