Reid
I saw her.
The second I looked up and found Fallon standing in the doorway, my heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt.
She wasn’t doing anything. Just standing there, her hair falling in loose waves over one shoulder, watching me with this quiet, uncertain expression — like she was waiting.
For me.
And that was the problem.
Because I didn’t trust myself when it came to her.
The light from the kitchen cast long shadows behind her, and for a moment — one dangerous, fragile moment — I let myself look. Really look.
At the softness in her face. The way her lips parted just slightly, like she was on the verge of saying something. The way she felt closer than she actually was, even with the stretch of the kitchen between us.
My throat went dry.
Because I knew — if I didn’t s
