She felt vulnerable, foolish for being taken in and angry. And not just with him. She was furious with herself for being so blind, seeing only what she wanted to see in him. Now she didn’t want to see him at all. She didn’t venture downstairs the next morning until she was sure he had gone. She had been assigned another new case and scheduled for nights again, working twelve-hour shifts, from eight in the evening until eight in the morning. A mixed blessing, as it was an exhausting schedule. Yet it would keep her busy and reduce the chances of running into him while she looked for another place to live. Maybe with a little care. She could dodge him until then. Unless he sold the house out from under her first. To think she’d bought his apology, as if he hated to inconvenience her. Kiss tag. His taunting words echoed in her heart. One thing he’d done was to simplify her decision concerning the farm. She could bid on it now without any twinges on his behalf. Winny and Pauly knocked on Thomasina’s door late in the morning.
