Chapter Fifty

Ma doesn’t bring Abel this morning. I suppose she’s still mad at me for attempting to take him to the park yesterday. Probably a good thing, as I’m in no better state today than I was yesterday.

So I just lock myself in my room and fear. All the seconds, all the minutes, all the hours, I’m fearing my feelings for Jaxon.

That night, I wrestle against my tiredness and stay up all night, waiting for the bastard to break into my suite so I can throttle him.

But he doesn’t show.

He doesn’t show the night after that, either. Nor the night that follows.

Wanker. Wanker. Wanker. That’s what he is. He’s messing with my head. Muddling me.

Of course, he knew if he came two nights in a row I’d start waiting up in the hopes of catching him in the act. He’s not stupid. I’m the lummox. I’ve successfully allowed him to get in my head and negate my smarts.

He won’t be sneaking in again.

And I can’t tell if that realization leaves me relieved, or heartbroken.