(Aurora's POV)
I stared straight ahead at the seat back in front of me.
Surprise. That was one word for it. The other word was ambush, and I was fairly certain that in any reasonable legal framework, what he'd just pulled constituted a coordinated operation. Harrison. The seating arrangement. The family member clause on the notice.
I didn't answer him.
The bus pulled away from the curb.
His thumb made another slow pass across my hand, and I felt the warmth of it travel all the way up my arm.
I said nothing. But I didn't pull my hand away either.
I pulled my hand back from his - harder than I meant to.
I froze, then immediately glanced around. Every single colleague was deep in their own conversation, nobody looking our way. I exhaled and yanked out my phone, typing fast.
*You deli
