Chapter 16

There were three bedrooms and a bathroom off the narrow hall at the top of the stairs. I assumed Pax was in his bedroom at the opposite end of the hall, and I was at its door in just a few strides. I consumed his meticulously tidy room with interest: queen-size bed with too many pillows; three double-paned windows overlooking the barnyard; a stack of battered paperback westerns by Ben Bridges, Chad Cull, and Neil Hunter on the hickory night stand; a waist-high, six-drawer dresser; but no Pax . I thought he must be with his two hands, helping them mend the broken fence in one of the distant fields, supervising their tedious but accurate work.

I know that I shouldn’t have gone into Pax’s room, invading my boyfriend’s privacy. Why did I do such a dirty deed when I had better morals? Why was I sneaking into his domain when—