My heart skipped. I hated that it did. But I grabbed a sweater anyway and left the apartment without telling anyone.
The second I stepped out, I saw him.
Kael. Leaning against his black car like a goddamn movie still. "He was dressed in all black, a coat that gave him that dangerous edge, and as always his shirt tailored to hug the lines of his chest and arms.
His slacks sat low on his hips, perfectly fitted. He looked dangerous, composed, like he knew the effect he had. He looked better. Healthier. More in control. Like the chaos hadn't eaten him alive the way it had me.
I froze for a second. Just stood there on the sidewalk, staring at him like I was seeing a ghost.
And then I remembered.
The night after he had disappeared for two weeks and came back like a storm, pulling up beside me in the middle of the night like he hadn't left me losing my mind. I'd been so angry, so relieved, so torn between slapping him and kissing him.
But now?
Now, I just wanted to kiss him.
