The next morning, Tomilola headed down the stairs, her bare feet sinking into the thick carpeting. It had been another long, sleepless night. Shaking her head, she wondered, for perhaps the millionth time, what Demola's deal was. Wondered what his cryptic remark about not belonging in the picture with her meant. Wondered why he was running the other way so fast when the chemistry between them was obviously so good.
She smiled ruefully. A few days ago she'd been glad of his reserve. Now, it was just frustrating. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be getting to the bottom of that little problem this morning. She'd seen the cowardly beast's truck disappearing across the field before the sun came up this morning.