Brian gazed down the street, waiting. His fingers flexed on the steering wheel while his gaze followed each person who entered and left the building. Looking up, he watched a city bus approach from the other end of the street. It passed him and pulled into the drop off space in front of the Metro station.
His mind wandered back to the night before while he impatiently waited. Holding Makayla in his arms again had been a combination of pure pleasure and agonizing torture. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted. He had always had a physical attraction to her, but there had also been something deeper. Three years ago, he had been too stupid and callow to understand what it was until he had lost it.
His fingers itched to pull the ragged photo out of his wallet. Over the last few
