“I’ll call you when I get home,” he said.
“Okay.”
He winked. “You going back in the bookstore?”
“I’m going to grab a cup of coffee from Elba first.”
“Be safe today,” he said.
“It’s just kids being assholes.”
“Still. You can’t be too careful. Especially now that I know those cameras don’t work,” he said.
“All right. I’ll be careful.”
“Thank you.”
She stared up at him expectantly and he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers.
“Is that what you’re waiting for?”
“Um…actually, I need you to step back so I can go to the Cafe. But the kiss was nice too.” She patted him on the chest.
He took two steps back, clearing a path for her to walk past him. “Yeah.”
Laughing, she patted him again and disappeared into the Cafe with a wave over her shoulder.
All he could do was shake his head. He was gone. Head over heels and he had no idea what to do about it. Or whether he even wanted to do something about it. Did he pursue this thing with her? Did she want him to? What about their houses? Who gave up theirs to move in with the other?
Whoa. Whoa.
It was way too early to be thinking about moving in together. They’d only been together for a couple of weeks. It was entirely too soon to be thinking permanent.
Who was he kidding? He’d move in with Zoe in a heartbeat if he thought she’d let him. Hell, Jase had gotten Bree to move in with on the second day they’d met. So what if he’d kind of coerced her into doing it? Tim wasn’t going to coerce Zoe. He’d just mention that if she had some stuff at his place, and vice versa, it’d make it easier to get ready in the morning without having to cross the lawn between their houses. It was common sense.
Kevin stood in the middle of the alley looking at the slurs painted on the wall.
“What are you thinking?” Tim asked.
“Zoe said she didn’t notice any graffiti yesterday.”
“Elba said the same thing. Why?”
“It looks like this was done by two people.”
“Why do you say that?”
“‘Bitch,’ ‘whore,’ and ‘slut’ are all in one color and have similar spray patterns, but…the racial slurs are all in another color and have a different spray pattern.”
Tim’s eyebrows pinched together and he stared at Kevin.
“What? I was into street art for a few years in high school.”
“Street art?”
“Yeah. Big colorful murals painted entirely in spray paint. Street art.”
“Pretty sure that’s still called graffiti.”
