A HOT SHOWER MADE HER feel better. She laughed at her internal freak-out a bit ago in the kitchen, but knew it was for the best that she finally make some real decisions rather than pretending she belonged here.
As she towel-dried her hair there was a knock on the door. Instinctively, she knew it was Dylan. She could tell by the firm sound of knuckle against wood. His knock was as no-nonsense as the man. She then heard him scraping his boots on the doormat. Evidently, he planned to come in. The thought made her heart race.
For a few seconds, she stood at the threshold of her bedroom and living room wondering whether she should answer or pretend she was asleep. She knew it would be a dumb idea to ignore him since she had the lights on and it wasn’t even eight p.m.
When she opened the doo
