“So, what’s with the credit chit?” Kez asked.
Brel stood underneath the porch light of his small apartment building, leaning against the wall and smiling as if she had just asked the most ridiculous question. “I figured that if assassins are chasing me, it might be good to not leave a paper trail for them to follow.”
notKez went beet-red. The answer should have been obvious. “Right,” she said, nodding. “That makes sense.”
His dark eyes were fixed on her again, and the intensity of his stare made the blush a thousand times worse. “So,” he said. “If I recall correctly, you said that there would be no kissing because I couldn’t possibly know if my feelings are real after going through such a traumatic-”
Kez stood on her toes and brushed his lips with hers. She cleared her throat, backing
