Lana paced, skirting the edge of the property, knowing if she stayed much longer she was going to be seen. The car parked in the drive didn’t belong to him and she couldn’t risk going down there if she didn’t know for certain he was there— A footstep scuffed behind her and she turned, slowly, uncertain of just whom she might see. Then, as though twenty years had melted away, she felt something warm and sweet shift through her. For just a moment, she was a kid again—sixteen and desperately in love. Noah Benningfield stood there, looking at her, his blue eyes searching her face. “Hi.” He looked down at the ground, a sigh shuddering out of him. Silence, heavy and weighted, stretched out between them and she fought the urge to go to him. But that wasn’t her right anymore. She’d lost that. Then he lifted his head and she found herself not seeing the boy he’d been but the man he’d become.
