Chapter 50

But now, what the hell was I going to do?

Sighing my extreme disappointment, I flopped back onto the pillows. I waited several minutes, thinking Novak might have gone to the bathroom and would return any moment. But several minutes stretched into a dozen, then another, and curiosity as to his whereabouts finally got the better of me.

I got out of bed and stretched, then made my way across the room, the floorboards cool beneath my feet. The ornate mantel clock ticked toward the hour of six, and from outside the window, a bird chirped weak praises to the overcast dawn. I intended to head for the hallway, thinking I might find my lover lounging in the tub. Or perhaps the aroma of coffee or breakfast fare would lure me to the kitchen, which I had yet to see.