WHEN INRIT CHECKED the clock on the control panel for the third time in ten minutes, she acknowledged that she might be looking forward to a visit from Max. She’d put out the invitation and it was his move. If he wanted to develop... something, he’d need to come to her.
After all, she’d flirted with him. In front of people. And she’d meant it. In all of her twenty-seven years, she couldn’t recall ever doing that. She didn’t know how to describe the emotions roiling around inside of her. It was all too sudden, too there.
How did other people live like this?
She wished she could call Stoan and talk to him, ask him how he’d dealt with the sudden necessity of his denya. Two days ago, she hadn’t known what it was like to miss Max. And now he was filling up all the empty spaces and cracks tha
