Chapter 5

“Want what?” René insisted, following me as I turned out the lights, then locked up the building after gathering my stuff.

Shit.I should learn to zip my lips. I haphazardly stashed everything in the truck. It was in the fifties right now, which was mild, for February.

I turned to face René, the security light in front of the premises shining above us. “Nothing. It’s nothing. I don’t mean to offend you, okay? I really do have food at home and I’m tired after a long hard day. All I want is a shower and to relax in front of the TV while watching Jessica Jones.” Please believe me.

René searched my face, then sighed. “Fine. But the next time I ask you over, you’d better say ‘yes.’”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I guess that’s better than nothing.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you Monday for your hot chocolate?”

I may never wash that cheek again. I mustered up a smile. “Wild horses couldn’t stop me.”

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