6
Evie
I went home like it was any other normal night and didn’t wobble even once as I walked back to my empty apartment. That reminded me of my girls, and what I might jeopardize with this fling with Henry. He’d been sweet after he’d let me down from the window.
He’d pulled me into a chair and held me. He’d wanted to hold me and stroke my hair.
“I wanted to wait to do that, Evie, but I couldn’t stop myself.”
“It’s fine, I wanted it too.” I’d assured him and kissed his jaw. “We’ll just have to be careful. If you want to continue, that is.”
“Of course I do. I can’t get enough of you. You’re right though, we’ll have to keep it secret until you’re out of the office and in another assignment, at least.”
“It’s, well, it is what it is. I’m not looking for promises, Henry. I’ve had enough
