Grace Li glanced again at his leg. The scrape on his knee stood out sharply against his pale skin. Turning away, she restarted the car. Eventually, she decided their destination would be her apartment in Brooklyn.
Aiden Thompson sank into the worn-but-comfy sofa in Grace’s living room. It was his second time here, and the place had that unmistakable Brooklyn charm—a mix of modern and lived-in. Grace came out of the kitchen with a bottle of water, twisting the cap open before handing it to him. That’s when she noticed his hand was scraped too. Clearly, he’d braced himself when he faked the fall—his foot didn’t look all that injured.
Aiden took a sip, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So, what’s the deal? You keeping me hostage here now?”
Grace chuckled as she walked over with
