Chapter 10

Dawn peeked through the curtains when Harrison awoke. It only took him a moment to remember everything that had happened the night before, and it caused a wide smile on his face. Sara was still asleep, her breathing easy and slow, and he couldn’t help but inhale the scent of her hair. She murmured something but didn’t wake up.

After they’d made love, Sara had told him she needed to get home, but he’d persuaded her to stay. She’d texted Ruth to let her know she’d be home before James had to get up for school, although Harrison had seen guilt etch her features.

“He’ll never know that you were gone,” he’d assured her with a kiss.

“You’re right. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling like a bad parent.”

He kissed her harder, mostly because he didn’t want any kind of guilt to stain what had happened between them. Sara had kissed him back, and they’d made love a second time—slow and thorough, until they’d both exhausted themselves.

He squinted at the alarm clock: it was close to five-thi