I just admitted to thinking of him. “Every day like clockwork. My days are seventeen hours of grinding, Tutor Girl.” “That’s tiring.” “So is a baby, I imagine.” I lick my lips, fighting off the warmth sweeping through me. “Yeah, it is sometimes.” I look to my front door and back to him. “I should go.” “Yeah, you should,” he agrees, running back to his truck and coming back with what he said, a half-eaten pizza. “For you, Miss Sanders.” My frown is instant, but I smile through it. “Thank you, Tobias.” “Anytime, Tutor Girl.”
