For a brief moment, his heart softened. Poor girl, he thought. Had she even slept all weekend? Or had her tears finally dragged her under? Worry tugged at him in spite of himself. Slowly, he reached over and pressed the back of his hand against her forehead to feel her temperature.
It was mildly hot.
Her eyelids fluttered open at the touch, and she jerked up sharply, wide eyed like she had just woken from a nightmare.
“Hey, chill, girl. It’s me,” he said lightly, forcing a smile. “Did you see monsters in your dream?” His voice was airy, teasing, but his eyes searched hers carefully.
Chloe stared blankly at him as she relaxed back in her seat. Her gaze darted around the lot, taking in their surroundings, questions lingering in her face. The little mascara he had carefully applied earlie
