Drawing the Line

Stella

I climb back into my seat and give Nolan an apologetic look. “Sorry,” I say.

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I have to get up early, anyway.” He adjusts his seat and gives me a small smile.“I’ll stop by tomorrow night.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

There’s a brief silence. Nolan gestures to the paper bag sitting on the center console. “Wanna bring those?” he asks.

I shake my head. “N