Chapter Twenty-Three
Hannah
While stopped at a light, my phone chimed with a text: You’re trouble.
You’re troubleGrinning, I turned the radio up. Being safe, I’d reply when I got home.
The moment had been spontaneous and I didn’t regret it. On the contrary, I hoped Mike would return the favor. It wasn’t too hard to push him past his boundary once I tried.
When I was in the garage, I typed thank you. Added the big grin smiley.
thank youBut no immediate reply. Maybe he’d gotten in and crashed?
No, too soon. He’d be home about the same time I was, which was now.
Dammit.
DammitDing! New message: I honestly don’t know what to say next. You might’ve broken my brain.
I honestly don’t know what to say next. You might’ve broken my brainThank goodness he couldn’t see me collapse onto a din
