HIS CALL, BOOK FIFTEEN
Nicole
Mark pulls up in front of my office building and unbuckles his seat belt, gets out and walks around the car to my side. We haven't spoken much since he gave me the choice to make. I haven't been thinking about it either, more like just observing the thoughts inside my head, which are nothing more than a lot of noise.
He's holding my door open for me, letting in the cold wind, which I swear has gotten worse since I waited for him to pick me up for our lunch date. I can't go up to my office. I'll make no decisions there with Sam breathing down my neck.
"Can you take me to my apartment?" I ask, watch his expression go from impatience at having to wait for me to get out of the car, to something so anguished I can literally feel his pain, though I'm completely
