Chapter Eighteen
Evelyn drained the last of her coffee and grimaced. Lukewarm and bitter, the drink’s redeeming factor was the caffeine that would keep her awake during today’s class. Two days had passed since the engagement party, and she couldn’t shed the feel of dancing in Jasper’s arms for most of the night. They’d talked and laughed, and the hours had seemed like minutes. They’d rarely seen Gladys who had danced with every soldier and airman in the room at least twice, then allowed one lucky man to escort her to the barracks.
Despite her exhaustion and aching feet that night, Evelyn has tossed and turned until blushing peach-colored rays announced the dawn. Jasper had been gracious and attentive, never once discussing serious topics. Instead, he’d whirled and twirled her with occasi
