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Nick checked his watch for the seventh time and tried to focus on the television. It was Sunday afternoon, usually his biggest chunk of free time.
He should be relaxing. Taking a nap. Enjoying his reprieve from Melissa the Terrible.
But he wasn’t.
A car slammed outside and he felt his heart rate skyrocket. Was she here?
He slipped lower into the sofa and tried to look cool while staring at the television screen.
One minute passed and there was no sound at the door. After two minutes, Nick realized he had gotten excited for nothing.
He glanced at the digital numbers on his watch. It was after two o’clock. Hadn’t Melissa said she’d be by in the morning?
Not that he cared all that much.
Nick’s interest in Melissa’s whereabouts had absolutely nothing to do with his personal affecti
