Page 29 of The Grumpy Defenseman
“You’re still here,” I said.
“So are you.”
“Late edits.”
“I saw your car.”
Ofcourse he had.
“You waited in a parking garage because you saw my car?”
“I told myself I was making sure you got out safe.”
“And were you?”
“No.”
Evan took one step closer.
Not enough to crowd me. Enough to change the air.
“I shouldn’t have waited,” he said.
“Probably not.”
“I know.”
“Did that help?”
“No.”
That almost pulled a laugh out of me. It came out smaller. Less sound, more surrender.
His gaze dropped to my mouth.
“You’re staring,” I said.
“I know.”
“Again with the honesty.”
“I’m trying something.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“It is.”
His hands stayed at his sides. His posture held steady. But there was tension under it now, something held in place by effort instead of habit.
“Evan.”
His mouth tightened once.
“I keep telling myself not to want things I already want.”
My grip tightened around the strap of my camera bag. “That sounds exhausting.”
“It is.”
