Amber Poe, continued.

Trent was silent for a while behind me while I rinsed the remainder of the dishes. I finished, turned, and leaned against the sink. Sliding his eyes away from me, he pursed his lips.

“Hmm.” Further silence. I didn’t give him the benefit of leading him toward the answer I was looking for. “So… ah… where do you need to go?”

At last. The million dollar question. I withdrew my slip of paper from the pocket of my jeans and handed it top him. His lips fluttered slightly as he looked it over, half-forming the words as his mind took them in.
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