She instantly recognized those green, green eyes; his
chiselled features; and a five oโclock shadow that seemed to
be a permanent fixture on his jaw. Ten years older, he was a
breathtaking version of the teenager sheโd known. The
teenager sheโd loved. The teenager whoโd scored and bolted,
taking her heart along with him for the ride.
It wasnโt a dream at all, but her worst nightmare. And why
was a gun clipped to his belt?
She cleared her throat and found her voice. โYou look like a
hundred-mile stretch of bad road, Rocket. What are you doing
here?โ
He cracked a smile displaying white, even teeth. Moving to
the foot of the bed, the air around him hinted of sandalwood
and peppermint. โItโs nice to see you too, Billie. I see
youโre still styling your hair with a stun gun.โ
Actually, her hair didnโt feel half bad when she ran her
fingers through it in a self-conscious gesture. Oh, sure, it
was long, wild, and curly, but at least it was
brushedโexcept for where a mountain of bandages was taped
behind her left ear. What is that?
โNot fair, Reece, like Iโve had time for the salon.โ She
tried to hide her confusion by pulling herself higher in the
bed. Starbursts flashed behind her eyes. Her
vision tunnelled and her stomach heaved. โWhoaโฆโ
โBe careful. There were complicationsโthe bullet wound is
infected.โ
Bullet wound?
She didnโt move, waited for the dizziness to subside while
she soaked up Reeceโs words. The ache in her head and her
sense of helplessness said he was telling the truth.