The Fishermen (Infidelity #2)

by C.P. Harris

“Wait,” I called out against my better judgment. Leland reached back without looking, wiggling his fingers. “You’re such a child,” I said as I caught up and took his hand, because “things are less scary when holding hands.”

“It’s late, and it’s a long drive back to the city,” Franky said. “Why don’t you stay.” “It’s not that late,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as winded as I felt. “Okay, so maybe I don’t want to be alone,” he confessed, and why did his confessions have to affect me the way they did?

“Wasn’t the possibility of getting what you wanted worth the risk of rejection?”