Page 44 of Rescued Hearts

“It’s probably nothing.” She grabbed a dishtowel and wiped her hands. “It’s just that it was cracked open, and I don’t remember opening it. Maybe it didn’t latch all the way last time?”

Even as she said it, she knew she was still trying to fit a reason into something that made no sense whatsoever. At least not the kind of sense she was trying to force it to be.

Felicity could have been mistaken for a statue in the Willowbrook park. Her skin paled, making her freckles stand out in stark relief.

“Felicity, you’re scaring me.” She took a step toward her sister, and Felicity moved suddenly, swiping her fingers through her sun-streaked hair.

“When I was taking out the garbage earlier today,” she said slowly, “I’m positive I saw his van.”

Her stomach bottomed out. “Whose van?”

Her sister didn’t have to say it. She already knew. Her ex.

“Where?” Her voice was a croak.

“In the alley behind the house. It was only sitting there a second, then it was gone.”

A shiver ran down her spine. She couldn’t make sense of this. Sully had absolutelyno reasonto come to Willowbrook. The small town didn’t have anything to offer him.

Besides, he couldn’t be looking forher.Why would he rethink the end of the relationship when it had been bad for so long?

Felicity exhaled noisily. “I think we should move your van into the garage. I’ll park in the driveway from now on.”

She could only nod stiffly, her body on autopilot as she finished the meal she had no appetite for now. The unspoken worry settled between them, and they hardly had anything to say.

By the time they sat down to eat, the atmosphere wasn’t just quiet. It was thick.

Honor’s phone buzzed on the table. When she glanced down at the screen, a soft, involuntary smile spread across her face.

Gray.

Thinking about you.

Her heart gave a funny hitch, followed by a trickle of warmth that stretched over her nerves like a calming balm.

Felicity caught her reaction and smiled, breaking the tension in the air. “What’s that smile for, hmm?”

She shook her head, but Felicity wasn’t letting it go.

“It’s Gray, isn’t it? Let me guess. It’s something ridiculously sweet.”

“He says he’s thinking about me.”

Her sister let out a low whistle. “Damn. It’s only been a few days too. You must have put a spell on him.”

The rightness of a message from Gray stood out in stark contrast to everything with her ex. With Sully, she’d always been waiting around for him to show her that he cared.

With Gray, there was no question.

Warmth bloomed inside her. She quickly texted back.Thinking of you too.

But the unease sat there, a question hovering like a gray raincloud over the exchange with her lover.

She sent him another message.Can I run something by you? Wondering if I’m overreacting…

Her phone vibrated, but it wasn’t with a text message.

Gray was calling.

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