Shay paced in her cabin, her heels making her more anxious than she already was. If she didn’t text Austin in the next five minutes, he’d leave for church without her. She knew. She’d tracked his schedule for months.
“Don’t you ever tell him that,” she told herself, gripping her phone too tightly and making another pass toward the front door and back. Of course she wouldn’t tell him. So she was detail-oriented and extremely observant. Both skills had served her well in the Army, but sometimes they became a bit of a shock for the average person.
“Just do it,” she muttered to herself, making her thumbs fly across the touch keyboard and send the message she’d wanted to send last week.
With it done, her nerves deflated and she sank onto the couch. Now all she do was wait, and she didn’t lik
