Tobias chuckles, and I look to him, my palm quickly coming up when a drop of liquid rolls over my lips. “Still to your liking?” I grin, accepting the cup when he finally does pass it over. “I’m not picky.” “Good to know.” His smirk is deep. I shake my head, sneaking a quick look at my front door. “You need to go in?” I nod. “Saturdays are my only full day at home, or usually, I should say. Normally I work at night when Bailey goes to bed, but I swapped today.” “Bailey,” he repeats. “That’s her name?”
