Michael's POV
I’d checked the time so many times that the numbers on the microwave started to blur.
The apartment was quiet, and the only sound was the low hum of the city coming through the glass walls.
Seattle glittered below me, but I didn't care about the view. Instead, I paced from the kitchen to the window and back. I had memorized every reflection on the marble floor.
It's been three hours and the message I’d sent her sat open on my phone, there had been no reply.
I told myself that it meant nothing. Kelly wasn’t impulsive, she weighed things, and she think before she takes any step. That was one of the things that had bothered me from the start, the way she paused before she made any important decisions, like she already knew the consequences.
And I had just asked her to s
