Chapter 157

He had made Cole smile. When ten minutes ago she wouldn’t have imagined it was even possible. Of course, it was immediately followed by a shard of guilt that she was smiling and flirting and being comforted while Harper was alone in a hospital bed. Although she also knew that was just her brain being mean to her. Harper wasn’t going to get better or worse depending on how miserable she was.

But, then, thoughts were thoughts and feels were feels, and, if she were in Cole’s shoes, their power to influence each other was less than zero.

“How’s London?” Cole asked.

“Much as you left it, I suspect it. Warmish, with some scattered showers.”

“How’s the humidity?”

He thought about it. “About sixty percent—now why is she laughing?”

“Because you are legit terrible at small talk.”

“And you,” he said crisply, “are legit terrible at going to sleep.”

“You’d better get on with lulling me, then.”

He gave an un-lullful snort. “Is