Chapter 13Jane had watched Aaron all week with a growing pinch on her heart. Something had happened that night she’d been gone. What was it? And why had she stayed in London?
Her stupid errand had been to spend a couple hours walking through Harrods. She’d happily spent the time imagining just what pots and pans to get, picking out the right headboard for a bed they’d be sharing as soon as the bedroom was redone, deciding what she did and didn’t want for a desk. The cottage wasn’t ready for any of it yet. The only thing she’d purchased was a set of dish towels for the kitchen, printed to look like limestone walls.
Aaron’s monotone response? “Nice.”
She’d built a world of foolish dreams after three weeks together. One getting acquainted and two of them as lucky lovers. Week Four was turn
