“Are you running away from your ex, or running toward something new?”
The question hit closer than I expected. “I don’t know yet.”
“Honest answer. I like that.” He started packing up his equipment. “Well, medically speaking, you’re cleared. No restrictions, no concerns. Just keep warm and don’t go wandering into any more blizzards.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Good.” He pulled out a card and handed it to me. “My number, in case you need anything while you’re stuck up here. Medical or otherwise.”
I took the card, surprised. “Otherwise?”
“Well, I imagine being trapped in a house with Adrian Kane isn’t exactly a party. If you need someone to talk to who isn’t emotionally constipated, give me a call.”
“That’s very, for you.”
“I prefer to think of it as friendly.” His smile was warm, easy, invi
