Chapter 15
We’d gone over it a thousand times in the car on the way back to McLean.
If Jolene really was involved with the warpers – and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind – then we’d already raised all kinds of red flags.
“They’re going to be scrambling to speed up the transfer,” Ethan said, licking a spoon. Marinara sauce dribbled down his chin, and I looked away, vowing not to kiss it off. That was the sort of things people in a relationship did.
And we were not in a relationship.
Sex was different. I could keep that casual. But every time Ethan touched me, patting my knee or holding my hand like he’d been doing it all my life, like it was just the natural way of things, it made my heart pound to the tune of a hundred horses stampeding wildly in the other direction.
Danger, the beat
