Chapter 68 Maeve
MAEVE
I texted Bailey on and off while I dozed on the couch.
She’d ended things with the guy she’d been dating and was feeling pretty depressed about the state of the dating world.
It was nice to be close again, to talk about things that had nothing to do with June or Ethan Todd or the fact that the three men who held my heart in their bloody hands were at that very moment putting their lives on the line for me.
Any other time I would have invited Bailey over for a girls' night, but I didn’t have the energy to pretend it was just another night, and I wanted to be alone with the Butchers when they came home.
Our texting tapered off as it got closer to one a.m. and I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and snuggled in, the TV casting flickering shadows over the room.
I was glad we hadn’t taken down the Christmas tree yet.
There was something cozy and comforting about the glow of its lights and I closed my eyes with a sigh, Ray’s head on my legs at the other end of the couch.
I thought about the Butchers, wondered where they were and what they were doing. They were the last thing I thought about before I drifted into sleep.