Nicole agreed to call him the second she knew anything and ended the call. Hanging up the phone, Mark wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. Nicole’s suggestion that he go home and relax had been a good one. At least he was feeling a little more collected than he had before. The shower had done him a world of good.
Cutting through the living room on his way to the bedroom, Mark came to stop at the sight of Meghan standing by his mantle, studying one of the many sketches he’d drawn of her.
Meg tilted the picture in her hands, watching the play of light on the drawing. It seemed realistic, almost more like a photograph than a sketch. Glancing up at the other dozen or so sketches on the wall in front of her, Meg put the one in her hands back in its place. “Did y
