Three days later, Mirrie dragged herself to work at The Web Café for the seven a.m. shift. She both felt and looked like hell and she knew it: she’d barely slept or eaten since running into Shane at the art centre event. She thought about him constantly; she saw him everywhere; she longed for him in a way that kicked the breath right out of her. God, she missed him.
Memories washed over her now: Shane visiting her in the hospital after that brutal beating, on the pretext of ‘checking her over’, but really, just to see her. Shane sneaking her favorite white chocolate chip cookies past the nurses and doctors; Shane holding her up as she took her first shaky steps; Shane finally asking her to dinner, after a gentle six-month dance of flirtation and unwavering belief in her. Shane kissing her
