Chapter 10
Bryan couldn't stop himself from pacing the length of his living room. He'd walk back and forth, plop down on the couch for a few minutes, stare at his phone—willing it to ring with Wyatt's number—and then pop back up to pace again. Sarah, for the most part, busied herself in the kitchen, making some sandwiches for them since he'd ignored his rumbling stomach.
He'd just jumped up again, walking over to the fireplace he hardly used, when Sarah came out of the kitchen carrying tw