Lanie
Andrew sighed, and I gave him a timid, encouraging smile.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted.
“I bet most people feel that way.”
He shook his head. “It’s good that she’s going out. She didn’t used to. But now that she’s acting normal again, I’m left with a whole new problem.”
“That of raising a teenager?”
“Exactly.” He laughed.
I lifted a shoulder. “Sorry. I wish I could be more help.”
“This is your job, isn’t it?” He reached across the table and took my hand in his. Flipping my arm over, his fingers ran up and down the delicate spot there. Pleasure danced through me.
“Um, what were we talking about again?”
Andrew smiled. “Nothing,” he whispered. “We’re finally alone.”
“Yeah,” I thickly gasped. “We are.”
For a long moment, we stayed where we were, his fingers danc
