Chapter 92
“You weren’t supposed to snoop through my stuff,” I snap.
“Because you never broke into the diner and tried doing the same thing to me?”
“That was different. I was looking for our assignment that you stole. If you would have just given it to me instead of throwing me out, I would have never broken in.”
“Doesn’t make it all that different.”
“Whatever. There’s a towel in there for you if you want to take a shower.”
He stands up and takes his jacket off then throws it over the back of my desk chair. He walks up to me and grabs my hand, bringing it up and looking at it then letting it drop when he sees nothing.
“Why?” I ask, frowning up at him.
“Just wondering if you kept the number.”
“Jealous?”
“Not even close,” he scoffs then heads into the bathroom, pushing the door until there’s only a crack to look through.