She was looking at Brantley who had crawled over her, but she wasn't seeing him. Her gaze was blank. Her mind scattered.
"Bia?" Brantley called her. She didn't answer, so he waved his fingers in front of her. "Bia…" this time he became worried.
A voice called her and she peeled her attention to the person she was looking at. Bianca's eyes flew open. "Brantley!" she breathed out. Realizing that she had zoned out, she said, "I— I am sorry."
"Are you feeling fine?" Worry laced his tone.
She blinked and assured him. "I am fine. Some old memories flashed across my mind."
He narrowed his eyes. "Old memories of?"
How could she say that those weren't memories? They were flashes of her dreams. How could she say that she saw an old man who looked like her daddy? She looked at him and found his stare funny. Was he getting jealous? She could hear his increased heartbeat. She smiled and added, "Of my old boyfriends."
