Chapter 62

I stare at Dan and he at me, his smile back again. “You’re bad,” he whispers. His hand rests in the center of my chest—I can feel the beat of my heart where it lays.

“I thought we were alone,” I reply.

Aunt Billy laughs. “Don’t mind me, guys. I’ll just be a minute.”

“Take your time,” Dan tells her, ever polite. He laughs at the look I give him. “What?”