Ten
Phoebe closed the door between her and Jake, her fingers spreading across the cool surface as if sheer longing could push it and her through to the other side to him. In her mind, he was doing the same thing. When she heard him leave, his footsteps headed back toward the office instead of his room, she let her arm drop to her side.
Lightheaded and adrift, she reached for the phone he’d already be moving to monitor and dialed. She’d give him something and protect her knight.
Queen to king with a check and mate in sight.
When Dewey answered, he seemed to understand she wasn’t in the mood to chat and arranged where to meet her. He had to drive from Denver, so she had time, too much time, before he could come. Too much time to linger at this intersection between past, present and futur
