Time.
Time.I need time.
I need time.Yet as I gazed at the baby in my arms, time slipped through my fingers like sand in an hourglass. I glanced at the old-fashioned mantel clock. Ten-fifteen. Of course, I had no idea what time Anthony’d arrived. I’d been up late last night—role-playing with Jerry.
Jerry.
I needed to find a way to get in touch with him. To apologize. Because as shitty as him taking off was, he was totally within his rights to do it. Last night was only our second scene. And since neither of us was looking for long-term, the likelihood of much more hadn’t been an issue. Plus, since I had today off, I hadn’t worried about staying up late. When my guests arrived this morning, we’d been fast asleep.
guests“Scott?”
I met Anthony’s gaze. His dark-brown eyes pierced me. Oh,
