She nods.
I exhale slowly.
“I’m just trying to figure out how my day ended up here. With you. On the patio of a dive bar in Wildhaven in the middle of the night.”
Her mouth curves into a crooked smile. “I guess you’re just lucky.”
I huff out a quiet laugh.
Maybe.
Or maybe I’ve lost my mind.
My gaze drops to her bare shoulders.
The night air has turned her skin slightly pink, and tiny goose bumps rise along her arms.
Without really thinking about it, I lift my hands and begin to rub along her upper arms. Warming her skin.
“It’s cold out here,” I murmur.
She steps forward.
Right into me.
Her body presses lightly against mine.
“I didn’t notice,” she says softly.
Shit.
Her eyes hold mine.
There’s something different in them now.
Less teasing.
My hands continue to slide down her arms slowly before drifting back up again.
She shivers slightly, but it’s not from the cold.
One of her hands lifts.
Her fingers brush my chest before she reaches up and sweeps her hair behind one ear.
The movement exposes the curve of her neck.
My eyes follow it automatically.
“We can’t do this, Harleigh,” I say hoarsely, my mouth suddenly dry.
“Do what?” she asks. Her voice barely a whisper.
“The what I see behind your eyes.”
She sucks in a breath.
I swallow and glance back toward the door. “I should leave.” The words come out rougher than I intended.
