Tatum
I hold tightly to Remy’s hand as he helps me off the back of his bike. Warmer temps today have helped the ice from yesterday melt, but my ankle is still a little tender as we slowly walk to Harper’s bakery. It’s early, and there aren’t many people in the downtown district.
“You sure you feel up to being out today?” His voice is still deep with early morning timbre and scratchy from how we slept last night. I got to hear it in my ear this morning as I woke up – a little secret I’ll keep all to myself.
“I feel fine.” I lean in, kissing him on the cheek. “After this I need you to drop me off at CRISIS, I’m helping Addie today.”
“What you need to do is stay off your feet,” he complains. “Which is why you aren’t working with Cash.”