Free Falling Stars (Starstruck Series Book 2) by Krys Janae Page B

wasn’t upset anymore.  Being confined to her room and taking the time to wind down gave Alisa a chance to regroup.  It still hurt to think about her husband, back in LA, without as much as a word back to her.  She’d been texting him to tell him she had arrived safely and that she was so sorry and that she missed him so much, but he refused to answer.  Alisa didn’t like to wallow, and she didn’t want to beat herself up over what she did too much, because she couldn’t be stuck in this mindset while they were conducting business.  
    Alisa dropped back on her bed and took a deep breath.  Her sorrow turned to worry, and then her worry turned to dread.  Then when that dread diminished, albeit slowly, she kept telling herself that Logan was doing fine and that he would contact her when he was done being angry.  He usually did.  Then again, they hadn’t had a real fight since they were married, and this was all uncharted territory, at least in this relationship.  When Kurt had been angry, he would come crawling back to her in a matter of hours because he knew he couldn’t stay mad.  Logan was a completely different story.  
    She also hated that she constantly compared her current husband with her ex-husband. They were incomparable, on exact opposite sides of the spectrum, in all aspects.  It couldn’t be helped.  It was the natural thing to do: compare what’s learned through experience.  Alisa hated that she was experiencing this at all.
    After a few minutes, she slid on her sandals and made her way over to the room across the hall.  It took a few seconds to gain the courage to raise her hand, but she finally did.  Then she knocked against the wooden door lightly, three quick raps.
    No response.
    Contemplating knocking again, Alisa gave up the wait and started back towards her room, almost tiptoeing, when she heard the door open.
    “Oh, we’re ding-dong-ditching now, are we?”  Evan stood there against the doorframe with his arms folded.
    Her face flushed, and she turned to face him, wearing what was sure to be a cheesy smile.  “Sorry.  I just figured you were asleep.”
    “Nah, haven’t slept a wink.  Flight kinda threw me off.  Come on in.”
    Alisa hesitated as she walked in. He offered her a bottle of water, and she graciously accepted.  Evan’s room was a direct mirror of hers, with a view just as exquisite that overlooked the pool in the courtyard.  He seemed to keep everything nice and organized too, where as she draped most of her clothing over the lounge furniture.  
    “Everything okay?”  He asked, sitting beside her on the couch.
    Breathing in, she nodded, “As okay as it can be, I suppose.”
    “Understandable.”
    Alisa took a sip of her water and when she was done, screwed the lid on tight and set it on the coffee table.
    “I’m really sorry    ”                                           “About last night    ”
    “Oh, I’m sorry, go ahead    ”                             “Okay, go ahead     ”
    The two spoke in unison once again, erupting in laughter. Evan waved his hand over at her to allow her to take the floor.
    “I’m…” Alisa thought over her words very carefully.  “I’m not mad at you, Evan.  I don’t hate you.”
    His piercing eyes looked up at her, anxious and relieved all at once. Evan sat back on the couch, almost consumed by the cushion as he did. It was definitely comfortable where they sat, and for a few moments they let the quiet wash over them.
    Alisa didn’t mind it; she enjoyed time to just let go of her stressors and relax.  “I don’t hate you,” she repeated.
    “I’m glad.”
    When she looked down, she didn’t expect to see his hand on her knee.  It was completely meaningless to her but surprised her, nonetheless.  
    “Why are you…?”  Her voice faltered, as she realized her question would come off either rude or make no