"Here."
Zane Jennings looked up.
Erin Lowell held out her hand, palm up. In it was a piece of fruit candy.
A smile touched his eyes, but it wasn't a genuine one. "What's this for?"
Erin's expression was placid, but her gaze was sincere. The tips of her ears, hidden beneath her hair, were slightly red. "You can't smoke in here, but you can have some candy."
He didn't move.
She moved her hand a little closer.
Zane Jennings stared at the candy in her palm, and the hand resting on his leg trembled slightly.
Her palm faced upward, her fingers held together and curled slightly inward. Her nails were trimmed short, tinged with a faint pink, and her knuckles were a clean, pearly white. Even from a slight distance, he could see it all clearly.
They were clean, slender hands that made one want to reach out and touch them.
Zane Jennings reached out, his hand hovering an inch above her palm. "Erin Lowell."
