CHAPTER 17
Kenneth stared up at the ceiling of his Prague hotel room. Spring break has started, and yet, here I am… alone. She’s not coming.
At some time in the past, a pipe had leaked. The brown stains on the ceiling followed a clear, straight line to the corner, where a spider worked hard to build a web the maid would wipe away at her next cleaning.
I know how that spider feels, he thought. I’ve worked so hard to build something with Brooke, only to have her job come in and sweep it away every time. I love her, but I feel like I’m beating my head against the wall trying to make a life with her. I practically had to bribe her to move in with me, and the rest has been one step forward, two steps back.
Kenneth let loose of a rumbling, closed-lipped groan. I had so hoped, after her confr
