Chapter 15
HEATH
There was a natural rhythm to the clicking of the Mont Blanc pen she was using to write in the margins of her notepad, and where I was positive that that sort of nervous habit would have driven me bat-s**t crazy anywhere else, right here…with her?
I found it oddly charming.
Maybe it was because she was so damned focused. Maybe it was because of her charming button nose…
I couldn’t help but notice the small scar across her hand, a birthmark near her knuckle. Her calves and wrists were tiny and though her fingers constantly moved as she scribbled on the pages of the book in front of her, everything else was as unmoving as ice.
Her demeanor was twice as frigid.
It was clear that her aloofness was practiced, and though I admired her for sticking to it as long as she cou
