Chapter Twenty
Doris rolled over in bed and put the pillow over her face to block out the sunshine that streamed through the window. Suffocating, she groaned and tossed the cushion away, then sat up with a yawn. Two days had passed since Ron walked her home and made his intentions clear. Forty-eight hours of avoiding him so she could figure out what she wanted, how she could juggle her job and fears with her growing feelings for him.
He’d given her space, waving from afar in the dining hall and twice outside the hospital when she caught sight of him on her way to the garage. His smile was wide and genuine, setting off twinges of guilt about her inability to make up her mind. Her stomach quivered as if the entire cast of Swan Lake performed inside her belly. She’d never felt like this in
