Lib Novel Page 94
“Nothing to complain about.” I glance up at him. “How about you?”
His brows raise. “Oh, I have plenty to complain about.”
“That so?”
He nods. “I had to wake up without my girl at my side.”
I bite my lip and keep my eyes ahead of us. “Sounds hard.”
Maddox snorts. “It was.”
“Oh my god.” I elbow him in the side. “You’re such a frat boy.”
“Now, now,” he fake admonishes. “Football is not a frat.”
“Sure it’s not.” I widen my eyes.
Maddox pulls something out of his pocket and holds it out to me.
I can’t help the little laugh that comes out. “What is that?”
“A cookie.” He looks down and grimaces.
I can sort of recognize it as the ones we just had at lunch. The soft cookies were wrapped in clear plastic and were delicious, but this one is squished into the shape of a stubby taco.
Using his other hand, he tries to flatten it. “It got a little mashed up.”
“A little,” I snort. “How long has that been in your pocket?”
“Just since the food got here.” Having formed it back into the shape of a cookie, Maddox holds it out for me. “They’re my favorite.” He pats his pocket. “I have another for myself.”
I poke at one of the raisins through the cling film. “First the sugary coffee, now raisin cookies? You’re full of surprises, Maddox Lovelace.”
When he doesn’t reply, I look up.
He’s staring down at me, the humor gone from his features.
“What’s wrong?” I ask quietly, even though the cubicles closest to my office are empty.
His jaw works before he whispers. “I want to kiss you.”
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper back, taking a step into my office. “But I want to, too.”
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MADDOX
I can’t stop pacing my living room as I wait for Hannah to arrive.
She’s not late, I’m just anxious. Even though I don’t know what I have to be anxious about. She’s not going to disappear on her way over.
My footsteps halt.
Hannah wouldn’t disappear by choice. But…
I shake my head and start pacing again, faster this time.
When I first got my driver’s license, my mom was a basket case any time I left the house, going on and on about thinking I died in a crash if I was two minutes late getting home. I always thought she was just being dramatic, but I get it now. Because I’m suddenly thinking of all the possible worst-case scenarios that could befall Hannah on her drive over here.