Chapter 84

Tara stood in front of Lance's door, holding her breath. As long as she didn't bring milk tonight, maybe he wouldn't do what he did last night again. She knocked a few times. Hearing Lance's voice from inside made her heart tremble. She pushed the door open. Lance seemed to have a morning reading habit. His tall, cool figure stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a book in his left hand and a glass of water in his right. He looked perfectly at home against the snowy mountain backdrop outside the window. To Tara, the scene looked like a painting. He took a few small sips of warm water before placing the glass on the table beside him. Tara pushed the meal cart over to the dining table, setting out breakfast as fast as she could, as if she wished she could leave behind a blur. When she heard the curtains being drawn and the window completely covered, she wanted to speed up even more. No matter how fast she was, she couldn't stop Lance's footsteps from coming closer. "M-Mr. Swain… P