Tracy found herself unexpectedly clinging to the embrace. She buried her disheveled hair against his firm torso, drinking in the moment—this warmth felt like something out of a dream. Her relationship with Gordon had evolved from strangers to something familiar, yet never so distant it hurt. Now, it wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
With a slight tremble, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Gordon chose that moment to push her away, putting several paces between them.
His emerald-green eyes locked onto her, so intense they made her scalp tingle. Only she knew how her toes curled inside her shoes—so embarrassing she wanted to disappear. She hadn't meant to hold him like that.
"Sorry," she blurted, stumbling back as awkward tension hung thick between them. But stranger still—how
