GARRETT POV
The moment the wooden sign for SEELEY LAKE appeared on the side of the road, half buried in snow and tilted slightly like winter had been leaning on it for months, Amaranta’s hand tightened in mine.
It wasn’t dramatic.
But I felt every little shift in her fingers, every subtle tension running through the bones of her hand like electricity, and the way she stared out the windshield told me she had just stepped into a memory she wasn’t sure she wanted to revisit.
I slowed the SUV slightly as we rolled into town, tires crunching over packed snow, my thumb brushing slowly across the back of her hand where it rested between us on the center console.
She didn’t look at me.
She was staring at the road ahead like it might suddenly disappear if she blinked.
Jax stirred lazily ins
