Chapter 12
Blinking at the waning sunlight, I sat up and put my hand on the empty side of the bed. The sheet was still warm there. “Hank?” I called out, staring at the doorway. I checked the clock on the nightstand. It was a little after ten on Sunday morning.
When Hank didn’t answer, I climbed out of bed and found my jeans hanging off the bed post, then slipped those on. Stepping over pieces of last night’s clothing, I went to peek out my window. Maybe Hank was in the yard, having his coffee. He’d told me that he was usually an early bird, waking at first light. But he wasn’t on the back porch. Feeling a little anxious, I glanced over at the open closet. Good, his clothes were still hanging there.
We still had two whole days together.
I didn’t bother with a shirt and made my way down
