Chapter Seventeen
Andrea's POV
Tristan still has my hand as he leads me toward the front of the restaurant where the driver is supposed to be waiting, and I’m trying very hard to focus on something as basic as walking like a normal person.
We're barely out of the restaurant when I remember.
“Wait, Mr Hale.”
He stops and turns to look at me. “What is it?”
“I left my clutch upstairs.” I can feel my face doing that thing where it stays warm no matter what I do. “Let me run back up and get it before the car comes.”
He looks at me for a second, then lets go of my hand.
“Stay here,” he says. “I'll get it.”
And he's already walking back inside before I can even say anything. I turn back toward the street and exhale slowly.
Okay. Fine. I can stand here. I can absolutely stand here like
