Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
A soft chime woke Connor. It wasn’t his pocket computer but Selen’s, the tone a digitization of some ancient song she said she’d loved as a kid. It sounded sad, and when he’d told her that, she’d explained that it was about a woman losing her lover.
Now she raised herself on an elbow, revealing as she had for five days now that the small tank top she’d worn to bed had ridden up during the night. She didn’t pull it down but studied the computer display.
It almost came across as authentic instead of a tease. Before he’d broken things off with her, it absolutely could have been authentic. They were that comfortable with each other.
Now?