Chapter Three
By the time the pizza arrived, Reese’s stomach was growling loud enough for Adam to be staring at her. They left their work on his drawing desk and took the pizza to a small table behind the counter. Adam flipped up the lid on the box, and the steamy smell of gooey pizza hit her. She shouldn’t have skipped lunch.
She reached for a slice as Adam walked in the back. He returned with some napkins, which was good because she now had sauce dripping on her chin. “Thanks,” she mumbled around a mouthful of hot cheese. Just as she wiped at her chin, a blob of sauce landed on her cargo pants. She rubbed at it, resigned to another stain.
The corners of his mouth lifted, but he said nothing. He leaned against the counter in front of the register. They ate in silence through their firs
