Chapt. 6

It was as unbelievable as falling in love again to know that Mason kept track of time for someone who never spared her heart a dime of his time. Ludicrous!

It was already eight am and Louisa was impatiently waiting for a troop. She took the opportunity of the new incompetent coworker's tardiness to assemble important items from the basement and other parts of the bungalow in a safe place. They might come in handy in time.

She stretched her waist then her arms to the burning sun after lowering the last utility carton on the concrete pavement when she got interrupted by a retiring car engine.

At first, she thought it was Mason and was ready to release some bile until pitch-black hair, almost purple beneath the rays of the merciless sun, shot out of the driver's seat. Not only did more bile surge, her belly gurgled and her head unsurprisingly became woozy.

But then, not all bad things deserved the trash. If anything, she was glad he came around. Very glad.

She fake smiled at his ap