15
One hour to Ottawa. One hour in which not a single word had passed between them. Colby was cool with that.
Ivy had asked for no more impossible confessions—thank God. Nor had she offered any of her own. But it was clear what she was thinking by the way she fell so quietly asleep on his shoulder, never breaking their handhold.
He could do this all day, every day.
And apparently he was comfortable with it—as the impact of landing startled him awake with his cheek resting on her hair.
Their fingers were still slipped together.
And Harvey Lieber was glaring down at them.
“You two think this is going to work.” He made it a demand rather than a question.
Colby looked at Ivy. Was it going to work? He didn’t know. But he knew he’d be an i***t if he didn’t try.
Except why was Lieber ask
