CHAPTER NINE
Mac was right. I did need to shower, and sliding into my clean sheets afterward felt even better. So much so, that I slept like a rock. No tossing and turning. No dreams. No waking in the middle of the night, restless. I must have done enough stressing in the forty minutes Mac was in my apartment that it wore me clean out. The very second my head hit the pillow I was catching every single ‘Z’ that I so desperately needed.
Right now though, in this very moment, it’s a whole different story. The stress is back full force, even stronger. So much for the calm in the eye of the storm. I’m parked a few blocks away from the house, practically hyperventilating. I’m late, which I’m sure will set him off, but I can’t bring myself to drive these last couple of blocks. My foot is stuck
