There was a low hum of something in the air that Roxie just couldn’t ignore, regardless of how hard she tried. Tyler sat down next to her on the bench as they silently watched their sons chase invisible villains around the sandbox.
Another minute went by, and Roxie felt as though she’d crawl out of her skin. What was this? Was she sick? She bit the inside of her cheek. So maybe Tyler’s handshake had lasted a second longer than was socially acceptable, and maybe the man had looked at her as though he’d just spotted a lamp in a dark world. Then again, perhaps she’d seen things.
What were the odds that every man she came across showed interest? Roxie knew she was no ugly duckling, but she wasn’t a swan either. Alaric and Mitch, she could understand. Lucas, not so much, but still, it was po
