SEVEN
Before nine the next morning, someone was knocking on her door. Poppy didn’t anticipate anyone except Turner. Not that it was a happy excitement; she really didn’t know what to feel about seeing him.
The idea of being around him was what got her out of bed so early. She had time to kill before the museum she wanted to visit was open, so she’d thrown her gym things together and decided to wait until he showed up before making her exit. It would optimize the time she had to kill staying away from the apartment.
It was also a good test. She’d only have to see him for a few seconds. In that brief time, Poppy would discover how seeing him again affected her.
Going to the front door with her gym bag on her shoulder, she took a deep breath before opening it up. She expected Turner, but
