When she turned toward the house, her thoughts turned to Dawson, too. The man seemed different this day than he had the day before, the expression on his face softer, kinder. She turned away, but in her mind, she could still see his face. His eyes penetrated her thoughts. Her heart quivered and her stomach dipped with nervous apprehension.
She wanted to hate him, to tell him to go away and leave her alone. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel she di...
Published on August 11, 2013 03:00