Countdown to My Divorce

The scent of chamomile from Tyler’s shampoo still lingered in the air. It was fresh and calming, making it hard to stay awake.

Rachel let out a yawn. “Stop talking already. Let me keep going.”

All she wanted now was to lull Tyler to sleep as quickly as possible.

Tyler rested his head on Rachel’s lap without hesitation. “Go on.”

Rachel looked at him. Could he not be like this?

On second thought, if she kept wasting time arguing with him, he night stay awake until sunrise.

So she started making things up.

“William’s uncle might have some sort of deformity, who knows? Maybe there’s something wrong with his face. That would explain why he never shows up anywhere. Either he’s horribly disfigured, or just like the psychos in those movies. I mean, something’s definitely off.”

Tyler’s brows twitched as he listened. Rachel was basically describing him as a monster.

Just as he lifted his head, ready to ask for more detail, he noticed Rachel’s head drooping. Her lips parted slightly, and her lashes lowered. Her breathing was shallow.

Was she asleep?

smiled. Wasn’t this all a little backward? Wasn’t she supposed to help him fall asleep? How had it turned

up and gently helped lay her down on the bed, carefully pulling the

think I must owe you something in my past

the balcony, quietly closing the window so he wouldn’t wake her. He then

asleep. When he answered the call, he couldn’t

you, nocturnal now? Do you even know what time it is? I

“She fell asleep.”

You’re kidding me, right? She’s supposed to put you to sleep, not

was telling me about how William’s uncle might be some kind of psycho–maybe

some of these psychos

Jason burst out laughing.

goodness! Her imagination is

was too busy laughing to even

were kids, and no one had ever described him quite like that before. It was just too

turned cold. “If you don’t shut up,