Chapter Twenty WestonMy heart rate spikes when I hear Jane’s muffled, but unmistakable voice. I shouldn’t be surprised she came to work even earlier than I did. With her dad’s heart condition and our breakup, it’s understandable that she’s thrown herself into work. Hell, I’ve been doing the exact same thing.
As I push open the door to the inner hall, I see she’s chatting with the janitor, her slim back to me.
“Howdy,” he says when he sees me. “You’re here early.”
Jane’s shoulders twitch. She turns to face me with an expression of careful, fragile neutrality. “Good morning.”
That hyper-professional mask is familiar, but this time, it’s not hiding anger. The hurt buried deep in her eyes makes my chest ache.
I’ll make it right, I vow, making her a silent promise. I worked on my plan for
