“Nice tie,” he whispered close to my ear. My heart leapt, and I stopped breathing for a moment. His breath tickled my hair. “Thank you for wearing it.” I couldn’t turn around and look at him because I was sure my face was ten shades of red. He’d put his tie on me after the movies when he’d dropped me at home, and I wasn’t going to wear it, but . . . He’d taken another bad day and made it good. I liked wearing something that reminded me of it.
