Mara felt a rush of nerves twist through her stomach, the kind she hadn’t experienced in forever not since those awkward high school days when a brush of fingers from a crush could leave her breathless.
No guy in years had gotten her this worked up from nothing more than easy talk and shared laughs. Ky was quick-witted, warm, and that face of his… something about it pulled at her, like a half-remembered dream. Those eyes, flecked with gold and green, kept drawing her in, stirring echoes she couldn’t quite catch.
She was about to ask where he’d grown up when the kitchen door swung open and a guy walked in like he owned the place.
“Chief, something smells good in here,” he said, then stopped short, taking in the two of them grinning over cleared bowls.
Ky leaned back in his chair. “Liam
