Chapter 30Anne looked out the window, trying to force herself to think of something other than nine o’clock, when she and Nick would get in her car and, with Nick lying on the floor, proceed west on the Eisenhower Expressway to meet with Joe.
She heard the click of Nick’s fork on his plate in the dining room. She had spent the day making spinach and prosciutto lasagna, homemade garlic bread, a Caesar salad. The work had taken her mind off the approaching evening. She tensed as she heard the chair sliding back from the table and the soft patter of his footsteps as his stockinged feet made their way across the hardwood floor.
Before she knew what happened, he was behind her and sliding his arms around her waist. She had no idea why his actions made her heart beat faster, made her throat co
