Page 56 of Wrench (The Club Girl Diaries 6)

“Okay,” I whispered.

His eyes shot open. “Okay?”

“You can stay… for a little while.”

He narrowed them pretty quickly, rolling his shoulders in agitation. “You hear nothing else I—”

“Or you can just go,” I said sharply, cutting him off.

He sighed deeply. “All right, all right. Baby steps, I get it.”

Baby steps.

Maybe he was right.