Knowing she was just in the room next to mine was driving me wild.
I’d refused to let myself spend too much time with her. I’d given her what I had intended— a safe place to lay her head. I didn’t want to tell her that going home wouldn’t be a good idea— once her father got home, he would surely be on a rampage to find her.
I stared at the spreadsheet I had pulled up on my laptop with rage before slamming my laptop closed and downing the bourbon in my glass. I knew I’d be working better in my study— that’s where I should have been. I’d fully intended to sleep, but I couldn’t bring myself to rest. I could hear her next to my room as she turned on the shower.
I had expected her to argue harder on staying here— I was sure she would expect to be able to leave tomorrow, and I knew I would
