Darian.Why did all of Stacy’s thoughts circle back to him?
Angrily he tugged the gloves off, first one, then the other, then ripped off the bands that held his sleeves down. Shoving both into the pouch of his apron, he started across the room as he slid off the safety goggles. The air was cool on his skin, especially around his eyes and along the path where the goggles’ strap lay against his face. What time was it now, a little after two thirty? The bus ran every ten minutes but there was no way he’d make the next one, it’d take that long to get to the stop—
You’re stalling, he told himself.