Chapter 9

“I agree.”

I hum. “How’ve you been?”

“All right, I guess.” He takes a sip from the takeaway mug, and I watch him, my gaze zeroing in on his bobbing Adam’s apple. His thick, long fingers are wrapped around the cup and look strong enough to crush metal, but I knowthey would touch me with gentleness. His muscles bunch in his arms underneath the thin coat he wears as he leans close to me, making me want to feel them around me.

The dimples are out in full force when he lowers the mug. Gawd, they’ll be the death of me. I tighten my grip on the e-reader to stop myself from reaching out and touching him.

“Uh…how’s your reading coming along?” I ask, voice raspy.

His smile dims and I want to kick myself for asking a stupid question. “It’s slow. But it’s going, I guess.”

“I’ve been upset with myself. I remembered only after you’d left that I should have asked you about audiobooks. You know a lot of the literature you need is available as audio, right?”