Chapter 244: Elijah

He climbed up the ladder and slid the cover off the broken light fixture. Below him, he could see Hannah hovering out of the corner of his eye, watching his every movement.

"You don't need to watch if you don't want to," he said as he carefully lowered the cover down to the floor and leaned it up against the ladder. "If you've got other things to do, you're free to go do'em."

"Okay," she said agreeably, not moving an inch, her teeth worrying her bottom lip.

Elijah quit sneaking peeks at her out of the corner of his eye and got to work on the fixture. If she wanted to stand there and gawk at him while he worked, it wasn't any skin off his nose.

A couple of minutes passed by in absolute dead silence, other than the whine of his cordless drill and the occasional swear word he let loose when a screw got caught up in shit. And still, she didn't move. Prickles danced over his skin, making him antsy.