Chapter 6
“What are you doing here?” I blurted before I could think. It certainly wasn’t the friendliest greeting, but I wasn’t feeling overly friendly. He’d danced with me three days ago, bolted after he almost kissed me, then showed up at my job after the craziest day I’d had in seven years. Friendly wasn’t even within range for me.
“I wanted to apologize for the other night. For leaving like I did.”
I shrugged and crossed my arms over my chest. My black wool and fleece coat was warm, but the wind whipped straight through my jeans. I’d forgotten a hat so my hair was a mess of dark blonde whips, stinging me with every strike.
Connor looked effortless in his faded jeans and grey wool jacket. Grey gloves covered his hands and dangled a too familiar box.
“Is that from Bite Me!?” I asked
