Chapter 79 Seventy-eight

• The deep, masculine voice runs over me like melted chocolate, my knees buck and I lean on the door for support. Is he aware of my presence? Is this a trap? Shouldn’t he have asked for my identity? I smoothen the front of my jacket, inhale and push the door open.
• Brandon rises with an urgency that causes his seat to clatter to the ground, I swallow my disappointment as he halts midstride. He wasn’t expecting me. Setting my bag on the floor, I take tentative steps forward and he bridges the gap between us in a few strides.
• My voice comes out shaky, a muffled whisper, “Hey.” His penetrating gaze burns holes into my forehead, weakening my resolve to taunt him. “I’m sorry for calling you stupid.”