Chapter 2
"No problem at all. My name's Alex. I figured out a tip and a cold one beats the rest of my shift."
His voice was deep, casual, but there was an undercurrent of interest as he handed over his six-pack and accepted the beer Sarah offered, their fingers brushing in a way that made her glance at me with wide eyes.
We settled on the couch, me in the middle, his thigh pressing against mine accidentally at first, then not so accidentally as he shifted to get comfortable.
The conversation flowed easy, talking about his routes, our jobs, but the air thickened with unspoken tension, his gaze flicking between us, noticing how Sarah's hand rested on my knee, how I leaned into her side.
Sarah took the lead, her tone light but direct, setting her beer down and turning to face him full
