Her hair was still the color of sunshine, and he knew the feel of it between his fingers the same way he knew the feel of her skin beneath his lips.
“It was good to see you,” he said. Good and painful.
“You, too, Jace.” She studied him for a moment, her smile rueful.
As he watched her walk away, he felt all those old feelings rush at him like fighter planes.
He turned toward his rental SUV and told himself, as he had twelve years ago, that he would have hurt her worse if he’d married her and stayed in Whitehorse.
As he reached for his keys, he felt it again. That insane sensation that someone was watching him.
He thought for a moment that he’d imagined the feeling of being watched…but across the street was a silver SUV like the one he’d rented. And someone was sitting behind the wheel, watching his every move….