Chapter 19She expected to wake up with two bodies wrapped around her. But when Darby opened her eyes, she was alone in the bed. Again. For the second day in a row.
She lifted her head and frowned at the slightly ajar door. It was very likely Edmund was making breakfast for her again, but she would have to tell him she preferred having him there instead of having food. Unless Mathias had had another crisis of conscience and he was out there trying to talk sense into him. If that was the case, Darby was going to smack him herself. Edmund had forgiven him. Mathias needed to get over it.
Rising from the bed, she grabbed one of Edmund’s T-shirts and slipped it over her head. Only then did she notice the time on the clock.
Six-fourteen.
“Damn it,” she muttered. Pulling her hair free from the
