Chapter 60 Fifty-nine

• “Good. What kept you busy on Tuesday?” Josh asks.
• “Chores,” I say with a laugh.
• It’s the way he says it, his accent seeps into his words, makes it come off as Chewsday. My hand goes over my mouth to muffle my laughter, his brow arches and his hazel eyes tinged with gold flecks rake over me. The distance between us gives me a chance to analyse his features all over again, my head falls to one side as I drink in the sight of him.