The Hookup Plan

“I think this means we’re going steady.”

“Finally,” Drew said. “Only took fifteen years.”

A real dinner, at a place with cloth napkins and dishes neither of us can pronounce.”

“Drew Sullivan, let me see your damn ankle.”

“I don’t go around showing skin to just anybody, Ms. Kelley.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But it’s on the tip of your tongue,” London accused.

That grin reappeared. “If it’s my tongue that interests you—”