Chapter twenty eight: Your father is in the hospital

The next day found Evangel sitting at their small kitchen table lost in thought with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was still in her nightwear, a long grey T-shirt that fell just before her knees. The cup was held up with her two hands, one leg up the kitchen chair, a vacant look in her eyes while she stared off the distance.

The morning was a little chilly but inside the house was kept by the heater.

Evangel troubles thoughts swam around the events of last night. And what had her mind so troubled wasn't the horrible encounter with her father and him acting like a male chauvinist. No, there is just one thought she can't do away with no matter how much she desires it.

The kiss.

She hadn't been able to put it out of her mind.

Last night when they came home Clarissa had acted as if nothing happened. She had wanted to talk about it. I mean that hadn't been part of the plan.

She wanted to know how her best friend felt about the kiss and to apologize if necessary.

She has always be