He couldn't have been more obvious about what he was after.
Isla Prescott ignored him.
Another two days passed without them seeing each other.
Before she knew it, it was Saturday.
That Saturday evening, Shane Sterling let her know he would be home late again. Isla Prescott was already used to it, so she didn't feel particularly disappointed.
That night, she went to bed after finishing her video editing. Around one in the morning, she was woken by a terrible feeling in her stomach, as if the bowl of rice noodles she'd had for dinner hadn't digested at all and was now staging a rebellion, trying to force its way back up.
She got up to pour a glass of water, but the moment it hit her stomach, she threw up.
After the first time, she felt a bit better. She flushed away the mess, cleaned the toilet, rinsed her mouth, washed her face, and lay back down to sleep.
There was a message from Shane Sterling on her phone, sent forty minutes ago, telling her he was home.
