Chapter Four
You will not look over there, I told myself. You will not.
All right. One peek.
In most things, I had a modicum of self-control. When it came to my rescues…not so much.
I had a watering can in one hand, thus providing the excuse that I was only loitering by the front window in order to water the Boston fern that sat on a marble-topped plant stand nearby. However, although the fern needed some attention, I was really only there so I could take a quick glance across the street toward Ben’s house.
What I thought I’d see, I had no idea. My neighbor and Rufus playing keep-away on the front lawn? Which reminded me that I hadn’t told Ben how much the little dog loved playing with a tennis ball. I’d included one in the care package I’d sent over, but I’d completely forgotten to m
