Chapter 45.

Noah's clicking away on his phone when I meet him in the private room and my stomach  jumps again. 

I could always change my mind, I remind myself. There is no obligation there. But his head shoots up from his phone to study me before I can turn back and run away. 

Like I always do.

"Sorry I'm late," I say. 

He waves it off. "Lacey told me to meet you here." 

"Yes, that was the idea." 

He doesn't ask any more questions like I thought he would, just steps forward. "You look great." 

"I feel great." I smile. "Lacey and Simone get a charge out of going through my closet and criticizing my wardrobe. I'm told this is about the only decent thing I own." I pluck at the skirt. "They've threatened to take me shopping."

Stop babbling! I order myself, moving behind the mini bar. "Want a drink?"

"I'm driving."

"Actually, I was thinking we could just stay in." There, now I'd done it.