“I’m not.”
“You still think someone was out there?” Rowan pulled the blanket around her more tightly.
“Yes.”
She lowered her eyes, and Wes immediately recognized her guilt.
Before she could spiral too far into it, he locked his gaze with hers. “You don’t carry all of this by yourself.”
A faint, sad smile touched her mouth. “People here keep saying that.”
“Because you keep trying to shoulder your burdens alone.”
The blanket slipped from one shoulder. Without thinking about it, Wes tugged it back up around her.
The movement brought him closer than he’d intended.
Rowan looked up at him.
She was close. Probably too close.
Wes was suddenly aware of everything at once: the faint lavender scent of her shampoo, the tiredness in her eyes, the way she looked at him like she remembered every version of them at once.
His breath caught.
For one dangerous second, he started to lean toward Rowan.
Emotion flickered through her gaze—longing, regret, exhaustion—all tangled together.
The feelings painfully echoed inside his own chest.
More than anything, he wanted to go back in time. He wanted to recreate what they’d once shared. See if that spark was still there.
But it was probably a bad idea—on so many levels.
He pulled back.
Or did Rowan?
He couldn’t be sure.
Either way, it was for the best.
CHAPTER 37
Rowan woke before sunrise.
She lay still beneath the blankets, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling and trying to remember where she was.
Then the events of the night before came rushing back all at once.
The garage. The porch. Wes.
The moment she’d almost kissed him.
Heat crept into her face despite the cool room.
What in the world had she been thinking?
