Especially after talking to Emma. And especially after the way Cleo reacted today when he’d put his arms around her. She had said they were over. But that sure didn’t feel like it to him. Less than twenty minutes later, he found himself standing on her doorstep. Knocking. Before he could reevaluate how stupid he was being, the door swung open and Cleo’s gorgeous blue eyes were staring out at him. “Reece.” He couldn’t detect a trace of how she was feeling when she said his name. Not annoyance, not happiness, not even surprise. “Hi,” he said, because he had nothing more logical to say. “You shouldn’t just open the door before checking who it is, you know,” he added on when she didn’t say anything. “What are you doing here?” she finally asked. Her eyes swung out past him, checking to see if he was alone?
