“It was as if the calendar was embedded in her heart. Her head. She rolled over and looked at her sister, sleeping next to her in the bed because there were no other rooms. Lucy snored. Her stylish, composed sister snored like a trucker. And slept like the dead. If it weren’t for the snoring, Mia might be concerned.Lucy wouldn’t hear Mia if she eased out of bed and snuck across the room. The door barely creaked anymore. She could be in Jack’s room, sliding under the covers, up against all that b...lanket-warmed bare skin and Lucy wouldn’t even stir.But she didn’t do it.You’re a chicken, she told herself. A coward. You’re letting fear rule your life.She flopped onto her back.He was changing, she could see it. But was it enough? Truly? Enough to risk her heart again? Every time she’d gone to one of those functions with him and she’d seen him light up at the sight of her, her heart had exploded with joy. But by the end of the night he’d be deep in conversation with Oliver about the next project and she’d once again be an afterthought.He was focused on her now, and it was a heady delight.But what happened when his attention wandered, back to his work, his old life, some new project?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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