(Cassidy)
I wasn't waiting.
That was what I told myself while I sat on the couch with a book I hadn't read a single page of for the last hour.
I wasn't waiting.
I was just awake.
The door opened and Dane came in. He looked tired in the way he looked after a full day at The Spoke. Different from compound tired. More physical. He set his jacket over the chair and looked at me on the couch.
"You're up," he said.
"I'm reading," I said.
He looked at the book in my hands.
Then at me.
"It's upside down," he said.
I looked down.
It was.
I closed it and set it on the cushion beside me and didn't say anything about it. Dane didn't either. He just came and sat beside me and leaned back and let out a breath that had probably been sitting in him since early that morning.
We stayed like th
