“The watch you wore then. Brown leather. Scratched face.”
His breath stopped.
“I grabbed it.”
“Yes.”
“And pulled you back.”
“Yes.”
The memory offered nothing more.
It did not need to.
I opened my eye.
“You were scared.”
“Of dancing?”
“Of me letting go.”
Reid looked down.
“I had wanted you for months.”
“Months?”
“You were stubborn.”
“You employed me.”
“That was also a problem.”
I ran my thumb along his cheek.
“You kept going anyway.”
“I am persistent.”
“You are.”
His gaze softened.
“You wanted to attend the gathering today.”
“I do.”
“After yesterday?”
“Especially after yesterday.”
He shifted onto one elbow.
“Explain.”
“I remembered the accident. Elias has lived with it every day without knowing what I remembered.”
