The broad shoulders.
Therough hands.
The scar near his jaw I didn’t remember.
The quiet control in every movement.
This man had lived an entire life without me.
That realization hurt in a strange new way.
Not jealousy.
Grief.
For all the moments we lost.
“You changed,” I whispered.
One side of his mouth lifted slightly. “Yeah. You too.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
His hand slid slowly down my arm before finally letting go completely.
The loss of warmth hit immediately.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Hersh moved toward the small kitchen counter and grabbed my mug of chocolate before reheating it in the microwave like he’d lived in this apartment forever.
Maybe he had.
The domestic normalcy of it nearly undid me again.
No fear.
No panic.
No tension.
Just Hersh warming my chocolate in the middle of the night while a storm rolled through Texas.
Like this could somehow be normal.
“I used to wonder about you,” I admitted quietly.
He looked over his shoulder immediately.
“Yeah?”
I nodded once.
“When I saw things online about Rangers overseas…” My throat tightened slightly. “Sometimes I’d wonder if you were there.”
