Chapter Three
“Mitch!” Margo said, gasping his name. She truly could not believe she'd just stumbled across her ex-boyfriend in the middle of the woods. “What are you doing here?”
“Margo?” he asked, looking every bit as stunned as she felt. “I could ask you the same question!”
He rose from his seat on a tree stump, wrapped her in his arms, and swung her in circles the way he used to do every time they met up. It made her dizzy. She squealed and laughed and cried for him to put her down. He did, but she remained so giddy that she hugged him tight to stay upright. He hugged her back and she felt safe.
Safe in his arms.
Kissing the top of her head, Mitch said, “For real, girl: what are you doing out here?”
“The car broke down,” she told him. “I was looking for...”
What had she
