“The train to Halsey will be here soon,” he said. “I can wait here with you.” I shook my head. “Please. Please let me come with you.” His forehead pressed to mine. “This isn’t professional conduct.” “I don’t care about professional conduct,” I said, and managed to laugh. “I just ran across Harrow like an idiot, just to share a train with you. I’m not going anywhere now.” He smiled at my giggle. Thank you, universe. Thank you. Thank you, prosecco, too. It was the most natural thing in the world when his fingers slipped into mine and his hand squeezed tight and strong. But
