Chapter 2

He gripped my hand,pulling me closer.

“I thought you ran your dad’s warehouse.What are you doing here?”I asked.Trying to get info,trying to justify what I was doing.

“Just helping out a friend.He needs a day off now and then.It’s his store.”

“And Jason?”

Conrad shook his head.“He’s just lonesome.”

“It’s a little more than that.”

He shrugged and I felt his warm breath on my arm hairs.The skinon his neck was smooth,like caramel velvet.

Conrad pulled me into an arm-wrestling position on the cold glass.“Think you can take me?”

“I wish.”I leaned into it,trying to use my weight against him.

He just smiled and held my hand.His bicep flexed—a little—but I could tell he wasn’t working at all to keep my hand upright.I stopped playing around and really grabbed him,leveraging my longer arm against his wrist.

I didn’t stand a chance.