SARA DROPPED JORDAN off at the airport and drove home feeling heavy and tired. At home, she moped around the house. Whenever he went out of town like this, it made her wish she had more friends. The problem was, even if she had a girlfriend or two to hang out with, she’d rather be home with her worries.
She shuffled around the house, straightening up, rearranging the pillows on the couch several times, pushing magazines into a neat stack, then fanning them out again. Her computer was on in the office with her manuscript open, waiting for her, but she didn’t feel like doing anything. She ended up laying on the couch with a book. Even then, her mind kept wandering to Jordan and the movie.
Seven days.
Her eyes trailed across the page of the book and slowly slipped shut.
Sara woke suddenly
