Chapter 27

The weekend passed way too quickly.

It wasn’t like me to think that way right at the beginning of the school year, but I felt like I’d lived an entire month in the last five days. Regardless, I’d had just the weekend I’d needed. I read romance novels, drank wine, and talked to Lana over the phone about Travis—which was more like talking to a stone wall, to be honest.

Still, when my alarm went off on Monday morning for my daily jog, I ignored it. My bed was far too seductive to leave behind, and I was completely at its mercy. Even when my second alarm went off to get ready for work, I snoozed it twice.

As I brushed my teeth, I wondered if I wasn’t sleeping as deeply because I was subconsciously hyper-alert after the break-ins at my house.

Whatever it was, I needed to do my best to act as normally as I could, even though I felt like a zombie. I was looking forward to one thing, though—seeing Bratt when he dropped off Noah.

I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t, but as I welcomed the