Flashback

“What?”

“Before, somebody in a red shirt was looking at me.”

“When?”

“I don’t know.” She rubbed her temples. “I’m out of it.”

“It was a tough night.”

“Yeah.” But he didn’t look like he’d just worked his ass off and managed to save her life to boot; he looked casual, relaxed.

Cool as a cucumber.

And so hauntingly familiar, not to mention gorgeous, that she couldn’t keep her eyes on him. How unfair was it that he’d gotten even better-looking with age? “Thanks for stopping by, Aidan, but you can see I’m fine. You can go.”

He looked doubtful.

“Seriously. I’m really okay.”

She almost had him, she could tell, but then she ruined it by shivering.

Without a word, he grabbed another blanket and settled it over her. She appreciated his sense of duty, but what she would appreciate even more would be his vanishing.

Or her.

Yeah, that might bebetter. If she could just vanish on the spot. Poof. “Okay, now I’m good, thanks. Really.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I mean you can’t even look at me, so—”

Lifting his head, he met her eyes, his hot enough to singe her skin.

“Oh,” she breathed, feeling her heart kick, hard.

“I can’t look at you?” he repeated in low disbelief. “Are you kidding me? Kenzie, I can’t do anything but look at you.”

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