Page 21 of Just Believe (The Reluctant Heart 6)

“I’m very capable of snoring without an audience,” I chuckled at my decline.

Clark didn’t pursue it and instead said, “Want to try breakfast again in the morning?”

I laughed. “I haven’t picked up another replacement bra yet,” I joked.

“Then maybe we should skip breakfast and go for a hike? You have the right bra for it. And I don’t know about you, but I need some serious exercise to burn off everything I ate today.

Clark wasn’t going to let me off the hook easily. And something deep within me didn’t want him to.

“Sounds good. I’ll text you when I get up,” I said.

“Sweet dreams, PJ.”

“Good night, Clark.”

I went to lie down, but I knew the much-needed sleep wouldn’t come easily.

I should’ve left when I was supposed to. Staying is only going to make this even harder when I do go.

Rolling over, I grabbed my laptop from the nightstand and scheduled my return flight. Tomorrow Clark and I would spend the morning together. Tomorrow night, I’d fly home. With any luck, I’d be so busy with work I wouldn’t have time to miss him. And if I did miss him, at least when I cried at work the tears would be real.

I wish I didn’t go shopping with Lizzy. Ignorance was bliss. Knowing is heartbreaking.