Chapter 11
Rebecca’s heart raced. She’d held herself back from screaming that she loved Bart while they’d been in that bed.
And hopefully this was their bed because if she didn’t wash those sheets later, someone might find out what they'd been up to.
Her recital of that old superstition probably worked in the same rationale of packing extra underwear for a trip in case you need it. She’d never needed it, but always packed it.
Bart walked out of the bathroom, putting his tie back on. She was already in her green dress and walked over to him to help him fix it. As she reached for the knot, she asked, “Bart, do you believe in love?”
He shrugged, fixed his shirt and shook his head. “No. Not really. Are you ready to go back to the party now?”
His hand was extended to hold hers, but anxiet
