Chapter 38

The problem with only feeling safe when Bratt was nearby meant that ninety percent of my life was still woefully devoid of him.

I’d spent the week looking over my shoulder. I’d thought the comfort and intimacy I’d shared with Bratt would be enough to make me feel invincible against Wyatt. But the more time I spent away from Bratt, the less I was able to calm myself down.

I had been jumpy all week. Whatever time I didn’t spend trying to control my urge to text and call Bratt every waking moment, I spent examining every shadow in the corner of my eye and checking all my locks too many times to count.

Part of me wanted to ask Bratt if I could stay at his place again, if for nothing else but to get a good night’s sleep. But things were still so new, and I didn’t want to confuse Noah and risk him telling the other children at school about his dad and the teacher being boyfriend and girlfriend. Not only that, but part of me feared that coming on too strong too fast would make it so that he