was no accident requiring us to steady each other.
When she stepped back, I thought about kissing her.
I did not.
There would be Tuesday.
On the drive home, I felt pleased in a way that made traffic seem almost reasonable. Then my phone, mounted beside the dashboard, lit up with a message while I waited at a red light.
One thing before Tuesday.
I looked at the screen.
Please don’t feel as if you have to impress me.
Before I could answer, a second message arrived.
I’d rather find
