They’d lingered in this spot for what felt like hours, watching furious takeoffs and considerably more gentle landings. “They should all be asleep after dark,” the runner said hopefully. “I’ll check under the cabinet, but I’m almost positive we’ve got enough spray to settle things.”
His track record of avoiding Kacie’s eyes remained perfect. Last night, a clogged sink stepped into The Villain Role. Tonight, a wasp invasion. Perhaps tomorrow might bring a faulty Ethernet cable? Falling short on toothpaste at a critical brushing stage? It didn’t matter; any distraction that’d put a few miles between their ever-widening distance would do.
“There’ll never be enough spray for this,” Kacie murmured before she could stop herself—but she knew his back was already turned.