Sheila’s POV
I stared at his message until the words blurred on the screen.
Don’t lie.
My thumb hovered over the reply box, but I didn’t type anything.
What was I even supposed to say to that? That I was lying? That I couldn’t stop thinking about him?
My fingers twitched, my heart pounding harder with every second of silence.
I glanced around again the courtyard was still empty. Just wind pushing through the trees, a few leaves rolling across the concrete.
Then my phone buzzed again.
I can see you.
My stomach dropped.
I froze, my eyes flicking everywhere the building entrance, the far side of the yard, the tree line.
And then I saw him.
Brendan leaned against the wall by the art building entrance, half in the shade, his phone still in his hand. Watching me.
That same look calm
