But the peace I'd found in Miami didn't even last a full week before it was shattered.
That afternoon, I'd just gotten home from pottery class, my hands still dusted with dried clay powder. I was just about to hop in the shower when the doorbell dinged.
I pulled the door open, and there stood Cole. He was a little more tanned than I remembered, dark, brassy stubble prickling along his jaw, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he hadn't slept a full night in days.
He was clutching a paper bag, and the rich, savory scent of takeout burgers and fries drifted out of it.
"How did you even find this place?" I snapped, my face set like stone as I planted myself in the doorway, not letting him step inside.
Cole lifted his eyes to look at me, and that expression of his? I knew it way t
