#Chapter 35: Home Brewed
Ava
It was well after sundown, and I had given up on expecting Chris to come over like he had said. He still hadn’t shown up, and it was getting so late that I thought maybe he got sidetracked or simply forgot.
Truthfully, I wasn’t even sure why I had said yes. After what Leonard had said earlier, I was hesitant to spend too much time together—whether to quell any suspicions about my ‘relationship’ with Chris or to keep myself from losing control around him, I wasn’t sure.
Maybe he knew that. Maybe that was why he hadn’t come.
But it was when I was already in my pajamas and curled up on the couch with a book that I heard a knock on the door. Frowning, I got up and peered through the window to see Chris standing on the stoop, sheepishly holding a bottle of red wine in his hands.
I opened the door and placed my hand on my hip, but he spoke before I could scold him.
“I know, I know, I’m late,” he said. “I’m late. I got caught up with work at the Packhouse.”
“Well, you

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