CHAPTER ELEVEN
Christmas week.
She said she’d be there by four p.m. Donny looked at the clock hanging in his living room. Three forty-seven. Nervously, he paced back and forth like a caged tiger in the zoo.
“Man, I don’t want to tell her this,” he muttered, raking fingers through his hair. But he realized he would have to for them to move forward and hopefully for her to be more open about herself too. That didn’t mean he had to like the idea. He’d done such a good job of distancing himself from the person he used to be. Donny was truly worried that once he told her about his past, she would leave and never return. But he felt like to be authentic, he would have to risk it.
Suddenly, she was on his doorstep, then in his arms. Holding her felt as natural as taking a breath. He kissed he
