*Lena*
He was waiting for me at the train depot, leaning against the farm truck with his arm crossed over his chest. I fought against the smile threatening to stretch across my face as I walked down the steps off the platform, my duffle bag hanging over one shoulder. He eyed me, looking me up and down.
“Hey," he said, his voice void of expression.
My heart sank as I gave him a tight-lipped smile and crossed in front of him to climb into the passenger side of the truck.
I'd be gone for just over a week.
I hadn't been able to get him out of my mind.
What did I expect him to do, really? Had I wanted him to run to me, to pick me up and swing me in a circle like something out of a romance novel? Had I wanted him to admit he'd been pining for me, to try to convince me everything I tho
