Page 56 of Ice Darling
“There you go.” I hand the phone back.
“You saved your name asDelia?”
“You could change it toFake Girlfriend.”
“I likeCordeliabetter.”
“My friends call me Delia.”
His eyes darken, and he steps closer. “But I’m not just a friend, am I?”
Oh no.
The butterflies are back.
I glance away. “It doesn’t matter what you save my name as. Just know that my mother will be watching everything. She has eyes like a hawk.”
“Let me make an adjustment then.” He taps on his phone and then shows me the screen.
Cordelia.
He’s added a red heart next to my name.
My own heart thrums in response.
“Convincing, right?” he asks softly.
It’s exactly what he said after he pushed my hair behind my ear last night, and I blush.
Mayday, mayday.
“Is that all? I was actually heading out to get some food.” I walk my bike backward as I speak, but I’m so flustered that my grip on the helmet slips and it goes tumbling down. Renthrow catches it with his quick reflexes and hands it to me.
“Where were you headed?”
“The grocery store. The deli has fresh tuna sandwiches around this time.”
“Tuna sandwiches?” Two lines of concern embed in his forehead. “Is that all you eat for lunch?”
“Most days, yeah.”
He purses his lips and then abruptly stalks back to the van. When he returns, he has a lunch bag in tow.
“Have this,” he says.
“No, no. I can’t take your food.”
You most certainly can, my stomach growls, recalling the feast I had last night.
Renthrow scolds me. “Eating tuna sandwiches every day should be illegal.”
“I can’t.”
He takes my hand in his, and I jolt like I’ve been hit with electricity. Slipping the bag over my arm, he places it securely on my shoulder.
“Bring the containers back when you stop by later.”
“But—”
