Dylan glanced at her hand on his leg, wondering at her intentions. Did the seemingly casual touch mean she was getting more comfortable around him or did it mean she wanted something?
If it were him, it would be a hint that maybe things could go a little farther, but he didn’t know her well enough to make assumptions and he didn’t want to offend her. Not this soon, not when they still had two years to make work.
That would be an amazingly bad way to start their relationship, one that he hoped would last far past the two year mark of the contract he"d signed. Dylan held back a sigh and looked at Lynda a moment. He covered her hand on his leg with one of his, waiting for her to pull away. But she didn"t. Despite his fear, she didn"t pull away and instead turned and gave him a small, hesita
