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Heat radiated against my left palm from Sean’s hand, coolness against my right from Josh’s. Uncomfortable with having my face covered, I’d tucked the oil-saturated handkerchief into my b*a strap, and the powerful bouquet of lavender and clary sage wafted up and in to dull my brain.
Breaths slow and deep, I stared from beneath my heavy lids at the minuscule cracks in the ceiling, my mind musing over what I might do with my days if we managed to bring Josh back. Would I miss the constriction of the four lilac walls that had become my prison almost as much as his?
“Jem, if you don’t settle down, it’ll never work,” Jess said.
My gaze slid to her. “I am settled.”
“Your flicking toes are telling a different story.”
Flicking toes? I hadn’t even noticed—not with the fingertips of Sean’s f
