The Little Girl in the Window by C.G. Twiles

Author:C.G. Twiles
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Muradal Publishing

Chapter Twenty-Four

The next day, Romy was tweaking the title colors for Missy’s Child. She’d finally found a child model who resembled Heath as a toddler—but who didn’t look like he was hamming it up for a cereal commercial—when Heath called.

She let the phone ring until it was about to go to voicemail before picking up with a distracted-sounding “Ahh, hello?” as if she was too busy to have checked the caller ID.

“Hi, Romy,” he said, softly. “It’s Heath.”

“Ohh… heyyy,” she said, attempting to sound as if she’d half-forgotten who he was. “What’s the city like?”

“It’s… well, pretty much everything is shut down. The streets are weirdly empty. Easy to get parking. There’s a chicken game thing going on with people coming down the sidewalk. Who will first move out of the way? Everyone claps at seven for the frontline workers.”

“That’s nice. Wonder if they’d like a raise, too.”

“Good point.” He paused. “I miss you.”

Her soul melted and all pretense of nonchalance evaporated. “I miss you too. A lot.”

“I miss our garden.”

The way he said our garden made her giddy but it didn’t make her giddy that she was the one doing all the work on their garden, especially as he’d planted a ton of vegetables that needed constant watering, weeding, and trimming. “It misses you too,” she said. “Some of the tomato plants are drooping. They’re sad.”

He made a low chuckle. There was a tiny but deep crinkle that formed vertically between his brows when he gave that soft, low chuckle and she pictured it, thinking how much she liked it when it made an appearance.

“Why are you in the city if you miss us so much?” she asked. “Get your tools and come back. Make sure to bring my favorite tool, the really hard one.”

Much as she’d developed some trepidation about Heath, her loneliness and hearing his tender, sexy voice was too much for her. Perhaps because she’d met him at the onset of puberty, his voice resonated in a key that plugged directly into her heart—and between her legs. She wanted to reach through the phone, grab him, and pull him back to her.

Another muffled chuckle came down the phone but he said, “I can’t yet. I’m starting deep intensive work with Loretta to get to the bottom of my sleepwalking.”

“Deep intensive work? Let me guess, this takes place in her apartment.”

“What? No.”

“Sorry.” Romy was letting her jealousy get the better of her. Heath’s sleepwalking was a genuine concern. If Loretta could help him with it, more power to her. But Romy refused to dismiss the libidinous drawl she’d heard in Loretta’s voice when she’d said his name, couldn’t shake off that unprofessional gleam she’d definitely spotted in Loretta’s large, egg-shaped eyes.

Why Romy was jealous of Loretta and not Tara, she didn’t know. Perhaps it was that Tara seemed to be a person Heath was running from, while Loretta had something he was running towards.

“We do the sessions online,” he continued. “I don’t go to her apartment. Pandemic, hello?”

“Alright, I’m just a little miffed because it’s clear you leaving was her idea.

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