“I, um… I don’t have a reason for being here. I just… well… I was lonely and I just thought… God—” She cringes. “This was dumb. I shouldn’t have come.” She’s turning for the door when I lunge out of my chair and catch her after three long strides. “You’re not going anywhere, kiska.” “You’re busy.” “I’d rather be busy with you.” Her cheeks flush with color. My God, she’s stunning.
