Dylan read the latest Stephen King until the words blurred and he was forced to lay the book over his chest. It would be easier to sleep, especially since his eyes were burning and there was a steady ache behind his sinuses. He loved his mother, but spending all evening with her could be an ordeal. She exhausted him, and sleeping would be best, but every time he closed his eyes—every single time—he saw Gena. He had it bad for her. If he ever doubted it, he didn’t now.
If she doesn’t come back to town by Saturday, I’m going to see her.
Except if she didn’t come back by Saturday, wasn’t that a pretty clear signal that she didn’t want anything to do with him or with Delta? It would be easiest to respect that. But his father’s warning came back to him. She needed to know she was wanted. She
