Andrew
Fingers laced behind my head, I stared at the ceiling above my bed, thoughts running a thousand miles per hour.
What were the chances of Bob being Lanie’s father? How come he never corrected me and told me she went by a nickname and not by Elizabeth? Was this moral? Was this a train wreck waiting to happen?
Bob had been my closest friend for years. I couldn’t go behind his back and date his daughter. Right?
Sighing, I turned to look at the pillow next to me. Every morning I woke up, the bed seemed larger, too spacious for one person. I’d thought Lanie would be sharing the mattress with me the night before, warming not only a bed but a spot in my life that had been vacant for far too long.
Still, my body ached for her. It didn’t understand why my damn head hadn’t allowed her to
