“Guess that’s something we have in common.”

“Careful, sweetheart. That almost sounds like a compliment.”

She smiled at the endearment — the one that had slipped free a couple times over the past few days. “Your leg seems better.”

“High praise coming from you. Generally, you just tell me I look like shit.”

“That’s because you’re usually bleeding.” She made a point of sweeping her gaze the length of him. “The lack of bandages is a good look. In fact, your buddies are right. Raven’s Cliff looks great on you.”

He leaned in closer, drinking in the hint of roses on her skin. How she inhaled, held it, the sexual tension practically arcing between them. “It’s not the town that’s making me smile.”

She swallowed, hard, her chest heaving, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath her skin. “Nick…”

“That night in my apartment. You said this move could save us both. I’m already grasping that life vest. The question is… Are you ready to take the plunge?”