Chapter Five Hundred Four

Three weeks later....

Jensen Packard draped his left wrist over the steering wheel and patted his lap with his right nervously as he drove to Crimson Bay. At this time of the night there was little traffic. It was mindless driving, which was very good, because Jensen's mind wasn't on driving.

He missed Katherine.

He had traveled for a business meeting a week ago but he had cut the trip two days short. Unnecessarily he had driven for six hours to get home tonight when tomorrow by noon would have done just as well.

There is absolutely no reason he was coming home so early, except for the fact that there was someone he was eager to see. Which was a bit stupid considering the fact that she probably didn't feel the same way.