Chapter Twenty-Four
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, and she reached across the bed, coming fully awake when her hand found only cool sheets. She sat, rubbing her eyes, and found Sterling, fully dressed, sitting in the chair across from the bed, head bent and resting his elbows on his knees. Her stomach dropped.
“Everything okay?” He raised his head. Everything was most certainly not okay. His eyes had the look of a haunted man. “Sterling?” She scrambled out of bed, not caring she was stark n***d. “What is it? Did something happen?”
She reached for him, but he shrugged her away. “You need to go,” he said woodenly.
Her blood ran cold. “Wait. What? What do you mean?”
“God help me, Em. I love being with you,” he rasped.
Oh, God. OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod. Nooooo. She recognized that ton
