“I said that?”
“You did.”
She swigged her beer and resisted the urge to wipe her lips with the back of her hand. Sitting here with Dylan was all about resisting urges, she decided. Though some might say she should have resisted her urges in the first place, saved everyone the pain. With Dylan, she altered her behaviour, mainly to impress him or rather, not invite his disdain. She didn’t do that with Leo. And yet the Dylan-want thrummed inside her. Not so much now. In part because he sat across from her, but in part, too, because of Roselore. Rudie’s cells raced in circles when she thought of Roselore. Hours. She would hold her hours from now. She wouldn’t count. She’d rather engage herself in something else, then look up and realize it was time.
“You meant that I gravitate toward dis
