So much for worrying about whether he was going to try to kiss me. I didn’t know what I would have done if he’d made the attempt, but it looked as if I wouldn’t have to deal with that particular scenario. At least, not tonight.
“Goodnight, Lance,” I said.
That shuttered expression was back on his face. “Goodnight, Kara.”
And that seemed to be it. I left him standing there in front of the couch, and went to my own empty bed.
Lance
Kara might have been able to sleep, but he knew it was still a long ways off for him — if it ever came it all. If so, this certainly wouldn’t be his first sleepless night.
He untied the desert boots he wore and lined them up at one end of the couch. Gort, still lying Sphinx-like on the rug, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, as if not sure
