He pivoted, gaze following me as I crossed to the shower and turned on the cold water, so it would drown out our conversation without steaming up the room.Great, he muttered.Now they're going to think...
He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on me like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet. Bad Chloe, I muttered. What?I’d forgotten his bionic hearing. Bad Chloe. I gestured at the rolled...
You didn't answer my question. Are you all right?I didn't do anythingYeah. You did. He looked at me. You did a lot-Chloe & Derek
I'm behind you. I spun to see Derek. I can't win, he said. You're as skittish as a kitten.