I nod fervently, ignoring his insult, tucking my head against his shoulder and breathing hard as I let him carry me back to the motel. Barely above the sound of the storm, I hear him growling more frustrated words with every step, something about insane women who run naked into storms and how he sho
Cora I want him right now – immediately – so I impatiently sit up to fumble at the top of his boxer briefs, to push them downwards – Roger glares at me a little again, at the challenge in my voice, and I glare right back. “Fine,” he snarls, rolling briskly away from me so that he’s sitting on
“Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide as I realize what he’s asking me – and the significance of it. It’s such an incredibly intimate moment – Roger is still pressed inside of me, his arms wrapped around my body, his face just millimeters from mine, so close that our lips brush as he talks. “Roger,” I say
Ella I’m sitting anxiously by Rafe’s basinet, watching him sleep, while my mind wanders impatiently elsewhere. It’s been twenty-four hours since we heard from Cora and Roger and I feel, just a tiny little bit, that every passing minute is a knife in my heart. Where is my sister? I wonder to myse
“Distracted,” he says, smirking smugly at me and sinking his hands into his pockets. “What?” I ask, confused, looking between the two of them. “Distracted by what?” Cora blushes – Blushes?! My mouth drops open. And then Cora, a little chagrined but smiling a little at Roger, explains. “Th
Ella “As happy as this is,” Sinclair says, folding his arms over his chest and looking around at the four of us. “And it is happy,” he says, looking at Cora and Roger to let them know that he’s sincere. They nod their understanding. “We do still have a problem on our hands,” he says, nodding to R
_________________________________ The next five days pass with that seeming like a very real possibility. Cora and Roger stay with us, partially because I keep making up reasons why they can’t go, and it fills my heart with joy every day to see them growing closer. To see the tiny little touches h
Sinclair “Where is she,” Roger growls, pacing through our living room as Ella sit on the couch feeding Rafe, watching him anxiously. “I’ve been everywhere looking for her – at the clinic, at her apartment –“ “You must have just missed her, Roger,” Ella says, as worried as he us but wanting to ca