Chapter 68

He went inside the store. She had obviously been working. He thought as his eyes took in the pans and other equipment that had stains of batter in then. Why did she decide to work so late instead of waiting till the next day. And where was Tim? He wondered. Probably with his grandparents then. He went into her office. Katherine's head lay on top of her desk. She was asleep. Jensen tiptoed forward. "Katherine?" he called. She didn't stir. Her head was pillowed on her extended arm. His eyes were drawn down to her hand. She had very slender fingers. He thought. Her hand was delicate and, in response, fragile looking. Her beautiful hair was a riot of wavy disarray, spilling across her arm and the paperwork she had fallen asleep over. It was inky black, the perfect complement to her fair complexion. There was a faint blush on the cheek that was turned up. Her brow was as smooth and glossy as she one painted onto a China doll. She was deeply asleep and she breathed through slightly parte