Chapter 29
Brielle
I have an inkling that it is going to be a restless night, even without what just happened between us in the kitchen. Reliving hell like I did earlier tonight always seems to make restful sleep impossible for me.
I wade through the seven emails I already had and am starting on the five new ones that just showed up when Allen’s voice comes to me.
“I’m turning in,” is all he says, and with the embarrassment I’m still feeling it takes everything I have to keep it civil and only respond with “goodnight.”
I can sense him lingering for a moment before I hear him walk away from the door, and I breathe a sigh of relief, then return to my work.
After fifteen minutes, I shut my computer down and head for bed. I find myself pausing outside the guest room door before I turn an
