Chapter Nine — Nothing More Honest Than Time
She floated to work the next day. Chase had not run from her. His eyes, his kiss, his touch remained on her all night, into the morning, and into her afternoon shift at work.
Monica eased into Merissa Frye’s room for a routine check, finding Arina packing a little pink bag. “Where’s Merissa?”
Arina turned with a smile. It had been the first smile Monica saw that actually reached Arina’s…