Heather stared numbly at the door leading to the garage. Her fingers drifted toward her lips the same way they had after the first time Levi had kissed her.
Had he just kissed her for the last time?
He’d returned to her, gazed down at her with warring things in his eyes. Love and resentment. Hope and fear. He’d said, “I love you, but this house is massive right now.” He’d kissed her and walked out.
She spun away from the door and left the half-finished hot chocolate in the kitchen. She couldn’t stay in this house for another minute either, and she called the one person who’d come, no questions asked.
Okay, so there’d probably be a lot of questions. She called Dwayne anyway. He answered on the third ring, his voice alert as if he’d been awake and expecting her call at one o’clock in the
