Chapter 83

I close my eyes, tip my head back on the rest to get comfy, and make a show of going back to sleep.

I want to anyway. I am that tired, but my head won’t shut off, and I am so crazily aware of him sitting this close to me in the car. I can smell his aftershave, and his familiar Alexi scent can feel traces of his body heat even though we are a foot apart and the air seems filled with his presence. I screw my eyes shut to mentally shake all my senses into silence and try for at least pretend sleep. I know he will leave me be if he thinks I am out cold, and it affords me some silent thinking space.

When we pull up to the club half an hour later, Alexi taps me gently on my hand, and I jump almost out of my skin, head snapping up and blinking at him in pale-faced shock. I wasn’t expecting actual touching, and I think I did eventually start dozing off because I once again feel all out of whack and all over the place from the sleep-addled fuzzy brain. My heart is doing the rhumb