Chapter Twenty-Three
The drive over chewed through Adalia’s nerves like her old customer on an éclair. What would he say?
She nibbled on her bottom lip hard and tasted blood, then swore and licked her lips to staunch the tiny trickle. She wasn’t in her right mind. What if he saw her and slammed the door in her face because of how she’d treated him?
Adalia turned into the driveway and continued a stream of curses right up until she parked outside his front door. She couldn’t help it. This terrified her. Rejection and failure were her two main fears and they floated above her head like a haze.
“Come on, you can do this, you can talk to him. He won’t reject you, otherwise why would he have called you like twenty times the other day?” She chanted the words over again, so they’d sink into h
