Chapter 15
Wes
I’m digging through my overnight bag when Drew asks, “So, why the different surnames?”
“Mom gave Jessica Aunt Barbara’s last name. If she had the same last name, would you have figured it out before she told you who she was?”
He frowns. “Doubtful. Harrison is a fairly common surname. Connecting the dots to you would have been a stretch.”
I nod. “You mind if I shower? We can pick up on this conversation once I’m out of these sweaty clothes?” I grab my shirt and pluck it from my torso to illustrate my point. He stares at my chest and swallows hard in the quiet of the room.
“Yeah,” he rasps and averts his eyes.
My feet refuse to move in the direction of the bathroom. Instead, they take me closer to Drew until a mere few inches separate us. I cup the side of his face, car
