CHAPTER 18
Lacy couldn’t read Kurtis’s expression when he opened the door to help her out of Sandy’s rental.
“You ok?” he asked quietly.
She was still trying absorb the fact that these two people from her very distinct and very disconnected lives were both staring at her, studying her reaction.
“How do you feel?”
She didn’t know how to answer him. Part of her wanted to feign illness and hide in bed for the rest of the day.
Kurtis took one arm and Sandy another, and they led her up the porch steps to the mission home. Sandy reached into a hanging basket and grabbed a key. Once inside, she put down her bag and yawned. “You two get comfortable. I’ve got to rest for a minute.”
Kurtis shut the front door. “Should we head to the couch?”
Lacy felt even more awkward than she had the first
