6
Alec
A shadow falls over Elle’s face. I step closer. Every impulse in my being wants to enfold her in my arms. Still there’s no missing the chill around her. It’s not a physical sense of cold, mind you. It’s more something inside.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“It’s nothing.” She forces a smile. “Let’s get some lunch.”
I slip in my sunglasses. “Hot dogs, here we come!” I push out the back door.
Together, Elle and I step into the alley and merge with the foot traffic on the sidewalk. My disguise works and happily, there are no fans or paparazzi to bother us.
Now we can get down to business.
I’ve spent years wondering what happened to Elle. All we had was a small chat by a loading dock. At last, I can fill in the blanks.
“What’s your favorite color?” I ask.
Elle’s blue eyes dance with
