Chapter 9 - Elizabeth

I pull the blankets tighter around my shoulders and bring my legs up under myself. It started raining not long after we got back from the park and it dropped the temperature by twenty degrees. A damp chill took hold of the house, and while the heater is on and running, I haven’t warmed up yet.

Which has nothing to do with my cold heart, I’m sure.

Jon put Edward to bed, and knowing that he actually wants to spend time with his son is charming. Wait, no it’s not. There’s nothing charming about him. Nope. Not at all. And he certainly didn’t look good in those gray sweatpants. And offering me his jacket wasn’t a smooth move or anything. And putting my arms in the sleeves of said jacket and feeling the heat from his body was a turn-off. Big time.

He’s closed off but not socially inept, and his charm isn’t lost on the people of this town. Ms. Soccer Mother at the park was flirting with him, and we got stopped th