Sitting in the foyer, I pull my feet up under me and relax back against the chair. James is filling Theresa in about our meeting with Benedict, while Will let’s his hand graze my thigh with slow touches that make me want to melt.
My attention turns to the stairs as soon as footsteps sound against them. Even when I was on my own, I don"t think I was as alert as I am now. This how situation is changing me. Whether it"s for the better remainss to be seen.
Relief sets in as soon as I realize it’s Hank making his way down, but it fades almost straight away. Something is wrong. He doesn’t say a word. He just stands still, his soft brown hair disheveled and his eyes wild.
“Hank?” I"m on my feet in seconds, worry lacing through every word. My gut churns. I’ve never seen him this scared. I close
