Chapter Fourteen
Casey had spent so long imagining the precise moment when she’d finally lock eyes with Ben again that she almost didn’t know what to do when he finally arrived.
When he stepped out of his black SUV, clean, freshly shaven, in dark jeans with a black shirt fitted snugly across his chest, it was as though no time had passed since their last night together, no distance between them that needed to be crossed. He wore dark suede shoes that she would frown at as impractical for the woods if she didn’t know he would be planning to spend the weekend in his hiking boots.
Or rather, the part of the weekend when he’d actually be wearing clothes. Casey stood in the doorway biting her lip as the heat rose through her body. God, she couldn’t believe he really existed, that it hadn’t a
