Chapter 13
Bridger
The drive to my place was a blur. Whenever it wasn’t a detriment to my driving, I held Dynassy’s hand. It was like we wanted to be as connected as possible until we could get somewhere where we could really get connected.
It briefly occurred to me that Dynassy had never been to my duplex before. It was a medium-sized building, and I only had one neighbor, an actor who traveled a lot. Fortunately, it was close to the beach and I got us there in record time.
The sun was just setting, and the way the pink and orange light hit her face made her even prettier.
“I like your building. Is it pink?”
I held my chest like she’d shot me. “Seriously? We’re trying to reinforce my manhood here, not kill it. It’s peach, not pink.”
She giggled, and I thought for the hundredth time
