26
Wait for me.
Remy looked at Sawyer’s mysterious text for what had to be about the 1000th time. The morning after she left him in D.C., she woke to find that text.
No explanation, no apology…
Just…
Wait for me.
Every single time she looked at it, the message gave her chills. It’d been six days, not a word from Sawyer, and yet…
A little part of her was just hanging there, anticipating…
Something.
She sighed as she finished preparing Shiloh’s lunch, cut up chicken breast and apple sauce. In her heart, she was still foolishly hoping for that fairy tale ending…
Right now, sitting in front of Shiloh’s high chair and spooning apple sauce into his mouth, she felt more like Cinderella.
“Quit spitting it on your shirt!” she scolded him, her words lacking heat.
Shiloh just grinned and
