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“Peyton,” Kai said quietly.
He had parked across the street from the apartment. Jayce had gotten out and held the seat forward for Alexa. The two of them were standing on the sidewalk, talking. When Peyton hadn’t moved after he’d pulled his seat out of the way so she could climb out, he crouched down and reached for her hands. They were like ice. He squeezed her hands and called her name again.
Peyton drew in a huge, shaky breath, and blinked. Her gaze dropped to the warmth that attempted to relieve the cold from her hands. Kai, she thought. His big hands covered hers, and his long fingers wrapped around her chilled ones. She blinked again. He couldn’t see where she had been, and she wasn’t ready to talk about her talents, so she took her time meeting his dark gray eyes touched with c
