Chapter 8
His hand itched to take hers. But dammit, they’d just met!
But he could talk to her. Without stammering or needing to crack stupid jokes left and right.
Okay, he’d cracked a couple. Which made her either laugh or roll her eyes. Or both.
They walked for nearly three miles, but he felt like the day had flown by. The moon was just peeking over the ridge when they finally made it back to the office parking lot, and his car.
What the hell did he do now? He’d never had much practice at this.
She leaned against the wall and he stood by the car. The ease between them was gone for some reason.
Tony put his hands in his pockets. Pulled them back out.
Amy just leaned against the wall, staring at him, chewing her lower lip.
“You okay?” he finally managed. “Why are you biting your li
