Chapter 35: Alone Together
(Reagan’s POV)
I was starting to get tired of this, and by this, I meant Alexander’s little trips. This was probably the third time that he was dragging me somewhere without telling me where the somewhere even was. It was late in the evening on a Wednesday when Alexander was supposed to be still at work. Yet he had decided to play hooky because he said we needed to go to a neutral location where we could have a discussion. I was already dreading what that discussion was going to entail and part of me wished that I hadn’t agreed to come with him.
I twisted the bottom of my shirt between my fingers, while my foot tapped incessantly against the car floor. I wasn’t nervous, I guess I was just sort of anxious with a little bit of nervousness mixed in with it. Earlier I had been twirling a strand of hair around my finger but when I saw Alexander’s questioning look on his face, I had quit doing that.