Chapter 15

I knew he wanted to do more, but he was being a gentleman and adhering to what I’d said. To hell with that.

When we arrived at Lindsey’s apartment, it was almost six in the evening, and my feet were sore. Lindsey took two ginger ales out of the refrigerator, one for each of us. I’d asked him earlier in the day if he drank alcohol. He’d said he preferred not to expose Lisa to that until she was twenty-one, though he knew good and well she had other opportunities to get some, if she wanted it. He was trying to set an example for her, and he’d never been much of a drinker, anyway.

Now, I thanked him for the drink and settled next to him on the couch, pressing the cold bottle to my head to cool down until the A/C did its job. “I loved having you with me today. Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh, yeah. You have a great way with words and light up when you’re telling stories. Perhaps that’s something to consider as a career?”