Nick attributed his lack of sleep to the air mattress. He would thank the powers that be when the moving truck pulled into his driveway on Monday. Shifting again on his side, he groaned when that position too was not satisfying. Then again, it wasn't as if he'd slept much in the past year. He should be used to it by now.
It'd been two hours since he took Trisha home. Two long hours. She hadn't left his mind since. Hadn't he come to Small Rapids for quiet? Instead, he brought more unwanted trouble in the form of a female. A female who, after only seeing her a couple of times, was making him feel something.
And what was it about her that did this to him? He'd seen shrinks, tried antidepressants. Hell, he'd tried everything to get back to even a semi-normal existence. But then guilt set in
