“I need to get over my fears,” I told Devon.
“I think that’s been accomplished tonight.” He took his hand away from my damp neck.
His palms were sticky from the humidity and melting snow cone.
“I’m glad you came,” he said.
“Given that we’ve only been chatting online for a month.”
“I thought it was time. Didn’t you?”
The lump in my throat returned. Anxiety was setting in. I bit my bottom lip, my molars grinding in the back of my mouth. “I’m glad you took me out of my comfort zone.”
“Which is where?” he asked.
“In a condo twenty miles from here. Watching TV. Cooking. Not straying too far outside.”
“Our late chats and your online profile yielded little about yourself. All I know is how much you like eighties detective shows, cats, and long walks in the night.”
“I also buy my own gro
