Irrational distress gripped him as Devon felt the empty bed beside him, sheets tangled between his legs the clear indication of no other occupant. Jerking up awake, he thrust the black silk fabric aside fumbling in panic to get back his bearings.
Then, he heard a her softly spoken words coming from the patio, the sound music to his ears as he sagged back against the bedhead in staggering relief.
Krystal was still here, was just attending a phone call. How great was that?
Almost immediately, he sat up again as hundreds of questions tumbled in his mind. What if whoever was on the phone had bad news for her? And what if that acted like another trigger to her flight syndromes? He remembered clearly that the last time, she had acted normal until the scandalous news headlines.
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