Chapter 118: Iris

Iris paced the living room of her apartment, waiting for Declan to pick her up.

Or rather, she wanted to pace the living room.

In reality, she was simply sitting on her couch, too afraid she'd run into something or fall over and hurt herself before Declan even arrived. Wouldn't that just be a fine start to the afternoon – a faceplant into the carpet. He could walk into her house and find her sprawled out on the floor, her dress up around her head.

No siree bob. She was going to keep her butt planted on the couch until he showed up. She could just pace in her mind.