JUST AS I ENTER the duplex, the cell phone rings again for the third time in fifteen minutes. It"s Shane, but I ignore him, unable to explain why I bailed on him after the meeting. For several days, I can"t look him in the eyes without the urge to scream you"ve ruined my life! But it"s not all his fault. I"m just as much to blame, but I need to shout at someone besides myself. Honestly, I can"t be near him without the urge to tell him I"m pregnant. But I can"t.
Taking off my shoes and placing my bag on the foyer console, sweat congeals to gooseflesh from the chilly room. Why does Allie have the air-conditioner so high? The fragrant scent of roses steeps the room, and I notice the roses Shane gave me the other night in a tin canister on the dining table. What happened to the beautiful vase
