Max
The half-filled wineglass was a welcome sight. So was Addison, though I hated myself for thinking it. Why the hell hadn’t I drawn up some kind of contingency plan for when we were alone together? Maybe developed some kind of new hobby that took me out of the house in the evenings? Or admitted that I was, in fact, Batman and would be super busy fighting crime.
As it was, I hadn’t. And here we were. And I was screwed.
“That for me?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah, it’s a cab. But I can make coffee if you’d rather—”
I shook my head. “No, wine sounds great. I’ve had a long day, and I wouldn’t mind unwinding a little.”
She smiled, her full lips curving in the most inviting way. “I know what you mean.”
I led her out to the living room, and though she seemed uncertain at first, she followe
