CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
PERSONAL AND PRIVATE JOURNAL OF EMILY WILLIAMS
Note to self: not smutty at all. Just want to get this out, but can’t show it to anyone.
I called Fang tonight. I couldn’t stand the worry of not knowing if I was blowing everything way out of proportion, or if my gut feeling was right.
“I miss you,” I told him after we’d finished with the catching up on all the news. “I mean, I really miss you.”
“I miss you, too, sweetheart.”
“When ... uh ... how much longer are you going to have to do this traveling-around stuff? Not that I’m bitching or anything, but isn’t it kind of odd for a vet student to do so much stuff away from school?”
“Not really, no. We have to have practical experience before we graduate. I’m just doing mine while the offers are open. Emily, what’s this
