Even as she turned her back to him, she could feel his eyes on her, and she fought the urge to face him.
From the quick glimpse she'd had of him, she could tell that he was usual self — solid, unwavering. He was shirtless, and he had gloves on, which meant he had been working in the area before the rain started and trapped him there.
Silently, she cursed the rain. She had been soaked thoroughly before she'd found this shade.
“Hello, Aderinsola.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard his voice. Maybe he would ignore her if she ignored him, but that was just hope speaking.
“I'm saying hi Aderinsola.”
He was the only one who called her that. Everyone else called her RiRi. She turned. “Hi, Dafe,” and turned away right back.
She felt him beside her before she saw him.
“Santos is brin
