ARIA
I freeze on the road, my breath catching in my throat.
No.
This can't be happening.
Declan Cross stands beside my car, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading sunlight. Even from this distance, even after six years, I'd know him anywhere. The broad shoulders, the confident stance, the way he holds himself like he owns the world.
Kelly, whimpers in recognition, a sound of longing and pain all tangled together.
I force myself to keep walking, my legs moving mechanically toward the car. Toward him. I can't turn back now—the kids are right there, and running would only make things worse.
As I get closer, details sharpen into focus.
He's still devastatingly handsome. Maybe more so now. His dark hair is slightly longer than I remember, swept back from his face in a way that em
