Page 77 of Ignite

“Okay. Tell Conan I said thanks!”

“Nope. Not getting involved.”

He waves behind him as he walks out.

When the door clicks shut, I turn the cup and see his scribbled handwriting.

Does this count as chasing, trouble?

I giggle at his words and press dial. I want to hear his voice. It’s been a whole day without it.

He picks up on the first ring.

“I take it you got the caffeine?” His husky voice sends shivers through me.

His accent does things to me it really shouldn’t.

“I did. Thank you.”

“Hmm, mmm. You seem to thank me a lot, trouble.”

I bite my lip.

“Because you do nice things.”

“Yeah? You like that?”

Fuck. Is it getting hot in here?

“Yeah. I do.”

“Good.”

My knee starts bouncing. I’m not sure if I’m excited or nervous.

“Oh, by the way. Getting coffee delivered to my work by my boss is technically still chasing.”

His deep chuckle makes me clench my thighs.

“Ah. Okay. Looks like I’ll keep delivering things to you then.”

“Conan!”

“What? Are you smiling?” he asks.

Like an idiot—to the point my cheeks hurt.

“Yes, Conan. I am.”

“Then I shall continue my quest.”

There’s a pause.

“Hallie… Are you free tonight?”

I suck in a breath.

“I—I have plans tonight. Sorry. Another night?”

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