“I have never had a problem speaking up in my life,” I told him honestly. “You should have seen some of the notes from teachers in grade school. ‘Motormouth’ was mentioned, often.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Just checking.” He ran his eyes over me again before taking off down the hall. Zeke had noticed the wince. Damn, he was observant. I needed to be more careful around him, and right now, I was too tired to figure out how. God, it was too early for drama.
