My throat bobs as I stare up at the devastatingly handsome man, who is looming over me, his arms crossed over his chest.
‘Ryker’ I stammer. My eyes widen as I fidget restlessly under his intense, unyielding gaze. ‘How . . . how did you know I was here?’
The firefighter shrugs, ‘Elliott’ he replies simply.
The realisation hits me instantly; my brother must have messaged him while I was in my bedroom packing, giving the firefighter a heads up that I was running. Ryker points to the empty plastic chair beside me. ‘May I?’ he asks. I nod mutely, and he takes the seat right beside me his thigh makes contact with my own.
We sit, side by side in the terminal, my body thrumming as his familiar scent assaults my senses. My thigh burns where his leg presses against mine, his heat radiating throu
