Chapter 11
Brielle
It is almost six o'clock before I make it back to my house, and my head is reeling from the day's very strange turn of events. The day had, as I expected, been awkward - but not in the way I envisioned.
Other than a couple of searing glances thrown my way in my front lobby, there was no spark between Allen and me all day long.
Not one.
As a matter of fact, it sure seemed like he didn't want to be anywhere near me. He couldn't get away from me fast enough, I realize as I move to my kitchen where my stalwart hero, Moscato, beckons to me.
"I just don’t get it," I mutter as I pour. "Could've sworn the other night on the phone that there was a connection."
Man, had I been completely - hopelessly - misguided in that notion.
Well, at least I know for sure now that it wa
