Chapter 17

I inhale the aroma. The spicy scent of ginger is tempered by the mildness of the honey, and when I take a sip, the flavor reminds me of Frankie’s morning kisses. A few more sips and the burning in my stomach lessens and my tense aching muscles relax.

As promised, Frankie doesn’t say anything, just sits quietly by my side, leaving the decision to talk up to me. No pressure, just quiet acceptance, and in the end, that’s what makes me wantto talk.

“I overheard two colleagues in the breakroom. They were discussing something and said some…things…that applied to our situation. It made me…unsettled. It’s been going through my mind all afternoon. That nighthas been going through my mind all afternoon.”

I see him nod from the corner of my eye, and he lays his hand between us on the bed. Palm up. Casually as if it’s nothing special, but an invite if I want it to be.

I’m happy about it, but I’m not ready to take it. Yet.