Page 110 of Safe With You

“I did pretty well.”

“You did.”

I looked up.

There was no teasing in his voice that time.

Just an observation.

For some reason, that made it harder to look at him than the teasing had.

So I glanced at the computer.

“When do you think you’ll have everything ready?”

“A day or so. These won’t take as long as the event gallery.”

“No rush.”

“I’ll send you a few before then.”

“Including mine?”

“Especially yours.”

I smiled before remembering I was trying not to.

“Okay.”

He shifted the strap of his bag higher on his shoulder but didn’t move toward the door.

I waited.

He looked toward the café.

Then back at me.

“You eaten?”

I glanced at the clock.

“It’s eleven-fifteen.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

“I had coffee.”

“That also wasn’t my question.”

I thought about the granola bar still buried somewhere in my purse.

“No.”

“Me neither.”

I waited for whatever came next.

Ellis rubbed his thumb along the strap of his camera bag.