Chapter Seven
He was on top of the world. Her last words to him, her promise, felt like a vow. Like a solemn oath that had left him anything but sober. Porco felt drunk as he walked through the fair.
His footfalls were aimless. His only goal, his only care was to will the hands of the clock to move faster. He itched to reach up and push the sundown, tucking it under the cover of darkness so that night might rise, and Jules would return to him.
Jules, his heart sighed.
What an appropriate name for her. She had been a jewel in his eyes. He’d known she was precious after his first glance at her. When he’d come to stand before her, her entire being had twinkled at him, and he’d become lost in her shimmer. Sparking his every nerve ending to life.
Jules, his mind exhaled.
For as long as he
