Becca.

I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I got up early the next morning, sliding from the bed with the full intention to go see James. Neal had been sleeping when I walked out of the room, but before I could make it to the door, I heard his voice behind me.

“You're going to see him, aren't you?” he said softly, his eyes narrowing at me. Turning slowly, I stared at his pleading eyes and sighed.

“Yes, I am,” I replied slowly, nodding my ...