Even though Fae Kane had tried to cover herself with one of those silicone adhesive pieces, it only concealed a fraction of her curves, never enough to hide the full shape beneath.
Ace Kane hadn’t meant to look—his eyes simply moved on instinct. But the instant he registered what was in front of him, something hot surged through his chest, as if a flame had been struck by a violent spark. It burned upward, fierce and restless, impossible to smother.
She looked stunning—so stunning it made his heartbeat stumble, made the air around him tighten. Something raw and aggressive pulsed inside him, a primitive impulse to step forward, to do something reckless, something he knew he shouldn’t.
And Fae clearly felt the weight of the accident too. She froze in place, panic drowning her expression.
