Three days had passed since he’d held her. Kissed her. Three long days and eternally longer nights during which she had spent most of her time wondering what had caused Rory to put up the wall between them. It wasn’t her imagination, she was sure of that. She had felt the invisible barrier the instant it had gone up while she sat beside him in the gym amid the chaos of the arts festival activities. After that, Rory had kept the conversation between them light and genial. Friendly. There had been nothing in his voice to suggest he’d had second thoughts about his kissing her until her eyes rolled back in her head earlier that day. Nothing in his steady gaze that hinted he had changed his mind about wanting her. Yet, in one hammer beat of her heart, her senses focused, and she knew he had taken an emotional step back. More like a giant leap. Pulling in a deep breath, Peggy swung open the door and stepped into his room. As always, she found he’d left things relatively neat. The only things sharing space with the sprawling ivy plant on the desk opposite the bed were his small computer and printer.
