Chapter 22Badger didn’t show that night.
He didn’t show the night after, either, nor on Friday, not any night that weekend, though I won’t lie — I waited up. Not until three, when I knew his vigilante shifts ended, but midnight, sure, until my lids grew heavy and betrayed me.
Funny how my priorities had shifted. To think that a month and a half ago, I couldn’t wait to be asleep.
The next week at work, I caught myself daydreaming about him. When I wasn’t obsessively trolling the Boston Badger Watch site, that was.
I Googled Isaac Belov, of course. It took me a couple days to realize I could, and even longer to ignore the part of my brain that said I really didn’t want to. I really shouldn’t.
Don’t be a stalker.
Let’s just open a new browser tab . . .
He’d grown up half a decade befor
