Chapter Twenty-Four
Alex
Delilah’s cheeks were still pink from our shower. I wasn’t about to let her shower alone, so we’d showered together before hopping in my truck to go to town for breakfast. Her hair was still damp, and she lifted a hand and patted it lightly. “Are you sure?”
“Am I sure about what?”
“For me to go out like this with wet hair.”
I bit back a smile. “Of course. My hair’s still wet.” I gestured to my damp locks.
She rolled her eyes, letting out a little huff. “You’re a guy.”
Reaching across the console, I caught her hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “Delilah, this is Alaska. You could show up in rubber boots in one of the nicer restaurants, and it would be okay. We’re just getting coffee. I promise it’s totally casual.”
“Yeah, but who are we going to run into? Thi
