Chapter 7

He was wearing a white shirt and black pants.

Liam was next to him, holding a stack of papers.

They looked like he didn't belong at all among the tourists in flip-flops and shorts.

Henry pulled over.

I got off the back of the bike.

Richard's eyes landed on my hand.

I was still holding onto Henry's shirt and totally forgot to let go.

The air went dead silent for a couple of seconds.

I let go right away. But then I realized that made me look more awkward, like I'd been caught.

Almost without thinking, I reached out again…