Ever so slowly, I turned.
There he stood, dressed in gray slacks, a black dress shirt, and a gray vest that defined his muscular yet lean build. I licked my lips before I could stop myself. He had a black cast that ran from his toes to his knee and crutches supported him, but he looked sexy as hell all the same. He was a little thinner than when I'd met him, but I kind of liked the way it defined his jawline and cheekbones more. His face was deathly serious, but there was a spark in his eyes as he stared at me.
Everything else faded away as I faced Chance Belgarde. He was everything I hadn't known I wanted and exactly what I needed.
And he didn't want me.
"You came," I whispered, unable to speak any louder. My heart hammered in my chest, and my skin grew tingly.
"I came," he s
