CHAPTER 20
WITH THE NUMBER of scarily muscular men popping in and out of the break room, I felt safe enough curled up on the sofa there to get the little sketch pad out of my handbag and draw a few quick studies of Joe from memory. I’d got into the habit of carrying it with me after I realised how much the simple act of picking up a pencil relaxed me.
Joe brought us both sandwiches when he had a quiet moment and found the remote control for the TV on the wall so I could watch a movie instead of sports, and before I knew it, he was waking me up to go home.
“Oops. I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“I can. You fidgeted all night last night.”
“Sorry.”
Joe leaned his forehead against mine and pushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “You were in my arms. That’s the only thing that matters
