Half of my duplex on Darden Street sat empty. I usually rented it out, but lately, no one was interested in the property. Ulana told me to knock down a few walls between the two places and make one large house with two front doors. I told her it cost too much money. Topic dropped.
I let myself inside the duplex, thinking of Hatch Daily and our evening together. The rain hadn’t stopped, and nor did my strong and thundering interest in him. Truth said I couldn’t get the writer/professor/man out of my head, and strangely out of my heart. Very few guys had caused me to feel that way. And when it happened, I couldn’t make any sense out of the action. Drawn to a certain someone, feeling a connection, and unable to think straight caused me to behave unbalanced. What was there about Hatch that pu
