Excerpt 3:
Kyla
jumped at the sound of Tanner’s quiet voice. They hadn’t said much at all since
she’d returned to his apartment to find him ready to go. And now she’d been so
lost in her thoughts that she’d forgotten his very existence.
Was
this a mistake, she wondered, coming here on Christmas morning? If so, when
would be the right time? If she was going to do this, now was as good a time as
any.
Because
her fingers were shaking too badly to insert the house key in the lock, Tanner
gently took it from her hand, set it in the keyhole, and turned. The sound of
the long-unused lock clicking open seemed louder to Kyla than a rifle shot. He
didn’t touch the knob, just waited to see what she would do next.
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