Chapter Eight
Communications
Center
A few hours
after Shelley left, Alex came in the lobby looking wary. Rosalie cowered,
lowering her head so her face couldn’t be seen from above the counter.
“Hey,” Alex
said, curling over the counter to try to get Rosalie’s attention.
Rosalie
burned with embarrassment. She wished Alex would leave her alone to pretend
she’d never made a pass at Alex. It was bad enough they lived on the same
property. Rosalie wondered if she could tack a to-do list on the shed every few
days and let Alex do whatever maintenance projects interested her. It would be
clean and easy, and Rosalie would spare herself being reminded every day what a
fool she was.
But Alex
seemed to have the opposite plan.
“I’m so
sorry.”
Rosalie kept
her head down, pretending
