Ben is totally back to normal on Saturday morning, but the swift change in mood has me suspicious, and I find myself looking for clues about what’s going on with him all weekend.
By Sunday night, I’m exhausted and haven’t come up with anything. I decide to go to bed early, since I’m working the early shift the next day.
I’ve just put on my coziest socks and cracked open a library book to read when I hear a noise outside.
It can’t be.
Can it?
I’ve been willing James to come to my window all week, and now, the one night I need a decent night’s sleep, he decides to show up?
I should punish him for how he treated me and ignored me, but my heightened senses mean I can hear him pacing back and forth in the yard, huffing his breath and cracking his knuckles.
He sounds nervous, and that
