Chapter 22: ProofI was right about having trouble sleeping. After a couple of hours of tossing and turning, I flicked on the bedside lamp and picked up my sketchbook. Settling against the headboard, I drew up my knees and began work on a fresh sketch, hoping the concentration required would soothe me into sleeping. Thinking about Conal certainly wasn't.
With quick strokes of the pencil, I began to fashion the snowy scene I'd wanted to capture, the day I'd seen Conal kissing Rachel. I frowned deeply and pushed the thought aside. No more thinking about Conal and Rachel, or I'd never sleep tonight. I settled in more comfortably, absently picking up a cracker to nibble on as I worked.
“Can't sleep?” Rowena sat on the edge of the bed, looking over the sketch with interest.
“Nope.” I added a
