William bit his lip nervously, forcing himself to stop pacing around like an i***t. His eyes instinctively went to the clock hanging above the fireplace, only to remember for the fifth time that its battery had run out a long time ago.
He glanced at his wristwatch, resuming his walking again. It was almost one p.m. already. When exactly was noon? Maybe Etheera had lied to him. Or maybe Annabel had decided she didn’t want to see him after all.
“This is stupid,” he murmured, stopping again. What was he doing, acting like a teenage boy on his first date with a girl? It was Annabel. He knew her, she knew him. They had so many wonderful memories in this place—Etheera had to know that if she picked it for the meeting.
His eyes stopped on the carpet in front of the fireplace where they had s
