I wasn’t sure what that meant. Two days ago, I was convinced the guy was a spoiled, unpleasant man with no redeeming qualities whatsoever, but there was no denying we were on the same wavelength last night. And, he’d made me laugh. A lot. I could try denying it as much as I wanted, but it had felt natural to converse and joke with him. Once I got inside and greeted Helen, we spent a very quiet morning talking and relaxing. Thoughts of his small grins and deep voice clouded my senses, though I did my best to push them away and focus on what mattered—Helen.
