I reach for the doorknob, ready for the brief moment of escape before I’m subjected to God knows how many minutes with Jude alone in a car, but his voice halts me.
“Evie, wait.”
I pause, my hand hovering over the knob. Slowly, I turn back to face him. He steps closer, his expression serious. “Can you... help me get dressed?” he asks, gesturing to his broken arm in its cast. “It’s a bit tricky with this thing. And unfortunately it’s indecent to roam around half naked in the city.”
I blink, momentarily taken aback. His request is simple, innocent and obvious. Of course, he can’t wear a shirt on his own. And he’s not asking for much, and yet it feels like everything.
“Okay,” I whisper, the word slipping from my lips before I can think it through.
He disappears to pull out a shirt from a
