“I’m sorry you got interrupted out there. Did you …” His features tighten. “You don’t wanna have lunch?” I go to speak but pause as I look him over. This woman likes him—I can sense it—and here he is, not jumping at the chance to rush me off but bummed at the thought of my leaving. Kellan would be pushing me to go up to the room, feeding me Xanax and fake concerns.
