Ezra
It was late, but I was still at my desk finishing up some work. Kristen had gone to bed over an hour ago, so I had the study to myself. However, I kept looking over at her work table, imagining her head bent over her sketch pad or the quiet hum of the sewing machine as she pieced together the pattern for her newest design.
I may or may not have been avoiding going upstairs. For some reason I found her presence in my guest room, just down the hall from the master bedroom, really unnerving.
The door creaked open, but it didn’t alarm me. I’d sensed Alex creeping toward the office, I had recognized his scent before his bed-ruffled head poked in, and I had heard the familiar thrum of his heartbeat through the wall.
It seemed he was also feeling restless with the girls in the house. I c
