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If I had known I was going to die tonight, I would have worn sexier underwear. Or at the very least, I would have dressed in something far nicer than mismatched pajamas riddled with holes and bleach stains.
My mother is probably lecturing me from heaven right now, wondering where she went wrong with raising me.
Perdona me, Mami. Debería haberle escuchado.
I do a quick sign of the cross before I aim my handgun at the shadow standing in the open doorway. My heart pounds furiously in my chest, the duration between beats growing smaller by the second. “I’m giving you until the count of five to get out of my house before I shoot. One…two…”
“Fuck.” Something heavy smacks against the wall before a switch flips, flooding the entryway of the house with light.
My hold on the gun tightens as I come face-to-face with the one person I never thought I’d see again. Our gazes collide. His blue eyes trace the shape of my face like an invisible caress, sending a rush of warmth through my body.
Despite the blaring alarm in my head warning me to run far away from him, I can’t resist taking in all six-foot-four-inches of Callahan Kane. Everything about him feels familiar, all the way down to the ache in my chest that never left, even after he did.
His easygoing smile.
His unruly dirty blond hair, always unkept and begging to be tamed.
His blue eyes the color of the clearest sky, sparkling like the surface of the lake under the noon sun.
It’s been over six years since I last saw him. Six long years that have hardened me enough to spot his allure for exactly what it is.
A trap.
If I look carefully, I can spot the cracks in his façade that he tries to hide behind his beauty and charm. He was always careful about letting people look too closely at the broken person beneath his mask. It was what captured my attention in the first place and what resulted in my downfall.
I was twenty-three when he broke my heart, yet the pain feels like it happened just yesterday. Rather than ignore it, I lean into the hurt and use it to fuel my rage.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I snap.
His smile falters before sliding back into place. “Excited to see me?”
I motion him forward with my free hand. “Thrilled. Why don’t you come a little closer so I can get a better shot? I’d hate to miss an important organ.”
His eyes flicker from my face to the gun in my hand. “Do you even know how to shoot that thing?”
My eyes narrow. “Want to find out?”
“Where did you get that?”
“A gift from my mom.” My chest swells.
His brows raise toward his hairline. “Señora Castillo bought you a gun? Why?”
I lower the gun and flip the safety. “She always said a woman should be two things—armed and dangerous.”
His mouth drops open. “I thought she was joking about having a gun to keep us in line.”
“Not everyone grew up in a safe little Chicago suburb with a rotation of nannies and a full waitstaff.”
“The same can be said about those who grew up in a happy little summer vacation town where the local cop can be bought with booze and a crisp Benjamin.”
I scowl. “For your information, Sheriff Hank officially retired last year.”
“A pity for delinquent teens everywhere.” His bright grin widens.
Butterflies take flight in my belly. With the way my stomach dips and dives, it feels like thousands of them awoke after spending the last six years trapped in their cocoons.
He broke your heart. Start acting like it.
