CHAPTER 15

         Rowena stared at him across her modest living room. Heath stared back at her but couldn’t read her expression. The urge to twitch seemed to be lodged in every muscle, but somehow, he managed not to move while he waited for her reaction.

          Instead, Heath stood stock-still in the center of her apartment and waited for a move… a word… anything. Heath had no idea what he was really doing here. He’d gotten in his car, driven around the city, and suddenly found he’d pulled into a parking space in front of her apartment.

          Sitting there, he’d known he should pull back out again, go home, turn on the game, and put this entire matter and Rowena aside for good, not only for that night. But something had stopped him.

          What could it hurt to talk to her… again