Sharon's POV
I lay perfectly still and listened to him breathe and I thought...so that's how it is.
Fine.
I could work with that.
The room was dark and silent and I kept my eyes almost closed, just enough to see through my lashes...and I watched him. Victor on his back, one arm across his stomach, his phone face-down on the nightstand. Every few minutes his hand moved toward it. Picked it up. Screen tilted away from me. Then he put it back down.
Once. Twice.
So.
Someone was supposed to call him. Or he was waiting to call someone. And he didn't want me to see.
I filed that away and kept breathing slow and even and patient because I was very good at patience when the stakes were high enough.
He did it a third time. Checked the screen. Put it down harder than the others.
Nothing, then. Whoever it was...they weren't calling.
Good.
