Leena draped her purse over the back of the chair at her usual table at the coffee cafe. She slid into the chair and took her phone out to see if there was a text from Adriene, who was running late. She didn't have a message from Adriene, but she did have another one from Ransom.
It was the second message he'd sent since their little spat on the park bench two days before. She hadn't responded to the first one because she felt like it had come too soon. She was worried that it was just a reflex apology rather than a sincere one.
But this second text was a bit different. It read: I want to be close to you, too. I'll tell you more about me the next time we meet. I'm ready, just let me know when.
She thrummed her fingers along the edge of her phone, itching to answer him and tell her to
