5
Jonah couldn’t have heard her right. “What?”
Rachel knit her hands together, color rising to her cheeks. “I was trying to avoid you when I went in early.”
“Why?”
“I was embarrassed.”
The color in her cheeks and the twisting of her fingers made it clear she was still embarrassed.
“We’re friends, and I shouldn’t have tried to change that. You are not obligated to return the attraction.”
Her gaze, which had been fixed somewhere around his left ear, dropped to her lap, and her shoulders rolled in on themselves. Jonah wanted to swear because he could tell she’d been imagining all kinds of awful things. That he didn’t find her attractive. That he was upset she’d kissed him. That he was somehow repulsed by her offer. That he pitied her. He’d been all set to deal with this when he’d come
