THE REST OF THE MORNING passed with little occurrence. Like the pack’d grown bored of the latest spectacle. Or I’d just ceased being worth conversing with. Either way, I decided to be grateful for the small reprieve—despite the fact I still hadn’t heard from Brook.
It bugged my arse that I couldn’t call her, but that had been an agreement we’d had from the off. The phone calls would always be made by Brook. unless she gave a pre-arranged time, a time she knew she’d get some privacy, a chance to chat without getting caught.
As I thought back over the past months, the amount of sneaking around that had been necessary for us to meet, at all, Nathan’s words from the night before rang through my head—about its wrongness being the biggest reason I’d kept schtum.
Growling at myself, at him, I
