She passed him quickly.
He glanced at her over his shoulder before stepping into the storage room. Everything looked exactly as it was supposed to. Nothing was moved or out of place.
So had she really dropped her lipstick? And if not…what the hell had she been doing in there?
CHAPTER 20
Bonnie watched Zane demonstrate how to get out of a hold.
She should be happy. She’d woken in Zane’s bed. The last week had been quiet, but even if it hadn’t, the combination of him and her family had her feeling safe and protected.
So why wasn’t she smiling?
Because this morning she’d actually stood up for herself when Shelley had tried to dump work on her that wasn’t hers to do. She’d done it politely and respectfully, and what had Shelley done? She’d threatened her job. Told her that if she couldn’t handle the work, then she could leave. Reminded her that they had a review coming up and this wouldn’t look good.
Her fingers dug into her palms.
And on top of that, Zane had been acting strangely since yesterday. Was strange even the right word for it? She’d called him at lunch, and he hadn’t answered. A first for Zane. He’d sent her a quick text instead, saying he couldn’t talk because he was busy. He’d proceeded to get home late last night and barely spoke to her. Now he seemed almost distracted.
What wasn’t he telling her? Andwhywasn’t he telling her? She’d thought they were past this keeping-secrets thing. Heck, just last Sunday, he’d gone with her to Aunt Pam’s house for their family lunch and everything had felt so right.
She nibbled her bottom lip, feet itching to approach him so they could talk. And she would. As soon as there was a break in the lesson.
Sarah rose and walked toward the bathroom.
Bonnie watched her with a frown. The woman had been pale all morning, and when Bonnie asked if she was okay, she’d given a quiet, “I’m fine,” even though she’d looked the furthest from it.
Chett stopped coloring to stare down the hall at his mother’s disappearing form.
Quietly, Bonnie crouched beside the boy. “What are you doing?”
He looked back to his book. “Coloring Spider-Man.”
“Wow. He looks so good I almost thought he was going to jump out at me.”
Chett laughed, and she grinned before rising and moving to the hall. In the bathroom, she saw one stall door was closed, and there was heavy breathing coming from the other side of the door.
Sarah wasn’t all right. Not even close.
Slowly, Bonnie crossed over and knocked on the wood. “Sarah? It’s Bonnie. Are you okay?”
The heavy breathing continued, and Sarah took so long to respond that Bonnie almost thought she wasn’t going to. Then there was a small, breathless “No.”
Shit. Not good. “Can you open the door for me?”
“I-I can’t breathe. I think I’m having a p-panic attack.”
Double shit. Bonnie glanced into the next stall, but even if she stood on the toilet, she wasn’t sure she’d make it over. She was going to have to go under.
A quick breath and she dropped to her belly and slithered under the door.
Gross, gross, gross.
But she forgot about it the second she saw Sarah. The other woman sat on the floor, thighs pulled to her chest and elbows on her knees with her head in her hands.
“Sarah.” Bonnie kept her voice gentle as she crouched in front of her.
Sarah’s chest moved so quickly that she obviously couldn’t take in a full breath.
