The only thing I feel when reading your (far too often) spot-on theories is a light sweat on my forehead as I fervently hope my story is half as good as some of the ideas y'all come up with!
The drive home felt every bit as long as I'd feared it would. Micah and I didn't arrive until late morning, and we barely spoke the entire time. When Micah dropped me off, I just mumbled, "I'll call you soon."
I went inside, dropped my bag in my room and went in search of someone.
"Where's Adam and Steve?" I asked after looking around and only finding Kane at home.
He paused his video game. "At the B&B."
"Both of them?"
"Yeah, something happened last night."
I c
I'm in the middle of moving this week, so I'm hoping to get another chapter scheduled today between packing boxes and working my day job. Fingers crossed! You are all perfectly justified in your frustration with Killian! He needs a visit from Cher...
Is Seth close enough?
Tad yanked his arm back suddenly, as if he'd been burned. The crowd came flooding back into focus as he hurried away. I started to call after him when I felt someone slip his arms around my waist from behind. I jerked my head back to find it was Micah.
"Who was that?" Although his voice was falsely bright, his eyes staring after Tad were troubled and distant. "Was someone trying to pick you up? I knew I shouldn't have left you alone."
I pulled away from Micah's embrace and turned to fa
He does, doesn't he? He used to be even worse. I've tried to tone it down some over the years, but it's just an innate part of him that he has to grow out of.
Wow!
That was about the only coherent thought I could muster for a while, following what had turned out to be the most amazing experience of my life. Of course, I wasn't particularly trying to be coherent. I was simply basking in the afterglow.
"Wow!" I thought again, except I must have said it out loud the second time.
Micah chuckled. "I wish you'd stay that easy to impress," he said.
My head was resting in the hollow between his shoulder and his neck, his arms wrapped aroun
The following week was uneventful, and felt all the longer for my anticipation for our trip to D.C. Mr. Knox drove to and from work without deviating from his usual schedule, Jake drove back and forth to school, my classes were boring for the most part, and I spent the rest of my time catching up on paperwork at the office.
Novak managed to book us a room in the same hotel where Knox was staying, which was not easy considering it was also hosting the conference. Mrs. Knox was paying dearly
During the drive to school, I thought about Steve and the B&B. I knew he'd sunk a small fortune into buying and restoring the old house — a fortune he had partly inherited and partly saved from his successful business. Except for a small safety net he'd invested, nearly all his money had gone into the project. Not to mention the time involved.
He was spending a lot of time at the B&B, and I wondered if Adam missed his partner. It had to be hard living in two different places. Whenev