July 15. Sticky hot. Blistering sun. Perhaps unbearable. Nothing that I liked about summertime. I missed winter and snow and ice and the cold wind and the frozen tundra and…
During the last seven days I noticed Cal couldn’t find a moment away from me during his working hours at Northshire, drawn to me, magnetized by me, pulled in my direction, someway…somehow. He kept watching me, every moment of every hour, and studied me as if I became his secret prize. Honestly, I didn’t know exactly what he was up to. Something primal and beastly and hot. Needing me. Connected to me in a longing and romantic infatuation. Hungry for me. Unable to stop looking at me as I walked to the mailbox to fetch the daily letters; as I picked up litter around the pond; as I worked the front the desk during check-o
