Chapter Seven
Jacob lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was very late and Allie still hadn’t returned. Throwing the covers back with a curse, he sat up and ran his hands through his hair.
His eyes flickered to the bright glow of the numbers on the clock by the bed. It was almost one in the morning, if it was correct. Rising, he walked over to the window. The faint flicker of lights coming up the driveway caught his attention.
“About damn time,” Jacob muttered as he watched Allie’s silver truck pull slowly up to the side and the lights turned off.
Turning on his heel, he grabbed his pants and quickly slid them on. He didn’t bother with fastening them as he pulled open the door to his room. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he needed to know that Allie was alright.
