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Greyson avoided Jenna for the rest of the day. He knew she was hard at work and most likely didn’t even notice his absence, but he kept his distance anyway.
From the maze, which was starting to take shape, he could see her at the kitchen table. The late-afternoon sun streaming through the window cast her in a warm glow.
He became immediately uncomfortable in the region that had no business feeling as such while looking at Jenna. Never going to happen, he thought, dragging his phone from his pocket.
David answered the phone on the first ring. “It’s about time.”
“Have you been waiting for me to call?” Greyson asked.
“You have to get me out of here.” David hissed the whispered plea.
“Is the nursery not going according to plan?”
“You know damn well the nursery is beyond any normal pl
