Chapter Thirty-Three
Harlow
With Max’s hand warm around mine, the calloused pad of his thumb brushing across my knuckles, I led him into the back of the station. My heart was beating hard and fast, while my stomach felt as if I had just taken a dive out of a plane.
Today had been one revelation after another. I had woken up to a text from Cliff, of all people. Like I said, I was well over him. I hadn’t been thrilled to hear he might be coming up here and had been a bit relieved at Susannah’s vehement and protective reaction to learning he was planning to apply here for a summer position.
Not that I had rewritten our history in my mind, but he had promptly reinforced all of it with a single text.
Hi, hoping you don’t mind putting in a good word for me. I’d like to take on one of the te
