Chapter Fourteen
I opened my eyes to see Ben sitting on the window seat and quietly pulling on his shoes. Disappointment stabbed through me, but I did my best to sound unconcerned as I said, trying to make my words sound like a joke, “Sneaking away under cover of darkness?”
Not that it was really all that dark. The light level in the room told me it was probably around six-thirty in the morning or thereabouts. In fact, when I sent a quick glance toward the clock on my nightstand, I confirmed that it actually was six thirty-eight.
He finished putting on his second shoe, then came over to the bed and bent down so he could kiss me. A nice, lingering kiss, too, not some dismissive peck on the cheek.
“No,” he replied. “But I didn’t know how long you were going to be asleep, and I realized I
