FOR THE NEXT MINUTES, Mailah found herself straining to hear every sound from the hallway, hoping for a glimpse of Grayson even though Dr. Morrison seemed determined to position himself between her and the door at all times.
It was becoming increasingly clear that the good doctor had appointed himself as their personal chaperone, ensuring that the prescribed separation was maintained to the letter.
The steady rhythm of pacing footsteps continued outside her door, occasionally pausing as if their owner was debating whether to knock.
Each time the footsteps stopped, Mailah held her breath, hoping Grayson would give in to whatever impulse was driving him to wear a path in the hallway carpet.
But each time, the pacing would resume, leaving her both frustrated and oddly comforted by the knowledge that he was struggling with their enforced separation as much as she was.
