Chapter Three
“You’re bossy.” He muttered under his breath as he stood beside Katy in line. They were behind a lady in stripes and jeans that were green instead of blue and pulled at the seams. They were way too tight, he thought, and she was impatient as they waited to use the bank machine.
Katy pulled her gaze to him and stared at him. Her eyes were blue, and she pulled her brows together, causing wrinkles to form at the bridge of her nose.
“You shouldn’t do that.” He reached up and touched the wrinkles to smooth them, and she made a face and swatted his hand away.
“Okay, that’s it, Trevor. Get your hands down and leave my wrinkles alone. They’re mine, not yours, and stop complaining. You’ve been getting away with not having to talk or having your too-rigid routine shaken up by doing
