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HALLIE

I have this weird feeling gnawing at me. While I’ve got a few minutes to myself, I pull my phone out of my white coat.

Conan and I had a brief text exchange earlier, then radio silence.

I’m actually debating heading to his garage once my shift is over to see how he’s getting on. I like being around him.

He’s fun.

But the sexual tension may kill me off. I’ve never had to use my toys so damn much in my life. It’s the only thing helping me sleep at the moment.

I’ve had a taste of him, and I crave more.

Yet, we’re both resisting. Can we keep that up?

When is the right moment if it hasn’t arrived already?

I sigh, slouching back in my chair.

Maybe I should keep some distance. I’ll probably blurt out I’ve entered his car in a race, which is worth more than I will ever earn in my life.

Oh god.

My heart races.

What the hell am I doing?