Saturday evening arrived with a bang. I had spent the whole day puttering away, wasting time and now I was down to the wire. It was time to get ready. Rushing into my room, I pulled off my Tardis blue Doctor Who shirt and shimmied out of my jeans, leaving them in piles on the floor as I strode through the room. The wink of light reflecting off a surface stopped me in my tracks.
I stared at the silver ring resting on my nightstand. I had spent the whole week puzzling over the new information I received from Adaline and I still couldn't wrap my mind around it. Marsh was Adaline's grandson. The idea of it was so strange, and yet comforting somehow.
I had to stop thinking about Marsh. I was going out with Robert tonight and the last thing I needed was to be thinking about another man over di
