Page 61 of After All This Time

I nod. “Uh-huh.”

“Where?”

I put some of the fudge on the pad of my thumb, swiping it across her forehead.

She’s looking at me like she wants to kill me. “Asshole!” She grabs a napkin off the kitchen table and sits down to wipe the chocolate I swiped across her forehead.

“What are you doing up?” I sit down at the table next to her.

“I could ask you the same thing.” She folds her arms underneath her breasts.

I can’t help but glance at them before I answer her. How can I not? They’re right at eye level.

“Can’t sleep, you?”

She nods in agreement. “I was laying there for an hour and then I got hungry. I remembered we have the cake from Marina’s and here I am.”

“Me too. I think eating because you’re nervous about something is an anxiety thing.”

She rests her fist on the edge of her jawline. “I’ve had anxiety munchies since middle school. When I get anxious about something, I eat. It’s not as bad as it used to be. The last time it was really bad was?—”

I cut her off. “When your dad passed away.”

“Yeah.” She clears her throat, scratching the back of her ear. “When did you get the munchies?”

“I think I’ve always had the munchies, but it got worse in high school.”

“Why?”

“I put myself under too much stress, trying to be the best in class and writing a book. It was too much shit.”

“Speaking of books…” She trails off as she crosses one leg over the other.

“Yeah.”

“You went into my room, didn’t you?”

My mouth gapes open slightly. “How do you know that?”

“You have a radar for me, and I have a radar for you.”

“When did you get into mysteries and thrillers?” I smirk.

“I figured you’d notice my collection.”

“It was hard not to. You have two shelves full of them.”

“I got into them in high school. Let’s just say there was always a voice stuck inside my head which kept telling me I needed to read them.”

“Did this voice sound like me?”

“It sounded exactly like you.”

I grin, looking down at the table. “Well, I’m glad to be of service.” I meet her gaze, studying every feature on her face. “Can I ask you something?”

CHAPTER TWENTY

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