Chapter 48

Chris’s POV

The next morning, my peace was shattered by someone pounding at my front door.

"Open up, you reclusive bastard!" Jake's unmistakable bellow preceded another round of furious knocking.

Rolling my eyes, I set down my coffee mug and crossed the living room to wrench open the door mid-knock.

"Christ, keep your voice down before you wake the whole-"

"Have you seen this?" Jake barreled past me without preamble, thrusting his phone in my face.

Squinting against the harsh glow, my eyes refocused on a paparazzi snapshot clearly taken yesterday during my bookstore encounter with Megan.

It depicted us standing close together near the display windows - her gazing up at me with that damnable hint of a smile playing about her lips while my fingers hovered near her arm as if we'd just been touching.

"Incredible," Jake breathed out in exaggerated reverence. "You two should just start dating and put us all out of our misery