"Why are you following me?" Georgia snapped, whirling around so fast the skirt of her sundress flared. The last light of the sun shimmered off the ocean, casting gold over her furious eyes and trembling lips.
Jared didn't flinch. His chest rose and fell like he'd run a mile, but it wasn't just exhaustion. It was desperation. Regret. Need. His hair was tousled, windblown, and his jaw clenched so tight it could've cracked.
"This is the only place I knew you'd run to," he said, voice raw. "The only place where you ever let yourself break. I hoped... I prayed you'd still come here."
Georgia's arms folded over her chest, not just to shield herself from the chill rolling in off the water—but from him. From the ache that came rushing back the moment she saw his face.
"You don't get
