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My heart is racing and I feel like I’m stuck in one of the millions of dreams that have haunted me for the last two years.

But when I close my eyes and take a deep breath, opening them back up, she’s still there. Still standing in the middle of the doorway, her pretty mouth hanging open when she sees me.

So she remembers who I am. Anger flares in my gut and I clench my hands at my side. Two fucking years I’ve searched high and low for this woman and then one day she just strolls in and starts to talk like it’s no big thing. Like she didn’t run from me after our one perfect night.

Hell no! I deserve answers and I deserve them now. I stalk up to her and glare down at her, watching her eyes widen. Still just as beautiful as that night. Golden-brown and glistening with tears.

“What the hell are you doing here, Candace? I’ve been looking for you for years,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

“Can we talk about this later?” she hisses, her eyes darting here and there around the room.

A room that’s quiet as a mouse as everyone stares at the two of us.

I reach for her arm and feel that zing of electricity that sings in my blood when I touch her.

I can’t believe that no matter how furious I am, I still want her. Still feel that same sense of belonging when I touch her.

“No. No we can’t. We need to talk right now.” I pull her into the hall with me then drop her arm like she’s burning me.

“What the hell happened to you that night? I woke up the next morning and rolled over looking for you and you were gone. Snuck out in the middle of the night like a thief.”

Her eyes widen and she backs away. “I didn’t sneak out on you, Finn. I just had to go to work.”

“People have been known to wake up the other person to tell them that they have to go.”

“I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful and happy.”

“You should have seen my face the next morning. And then for the next few weeks. I definitely didn’t look peaceful and happy.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I am not the kind of woman who does those kinds of things.”

I lift my eyebrows. “What kind of things? Relationships?”

She flushes and the pink color steals all the way down her throat until it disappears under her green t-shirt. “You know. One-night stands,” she whispers behind her hand.

It’s fucking adorable and I have to stop myself from reaching out to drag her into my arms. I want to find out how far that pretty pink color in her cheeks goes.

“Seriously? I didn’t feel like we had anything to be ashamed of Candy. I felt like there was something between us. And it wasn’t just a one-stand stand. I cared about you.”

“We only just met.”

“I felt an instant connection with you. I thought you had one too.”

“I-I don’t know what I felt. It was so long ago.”

“Yes, yes it was.” Anger rushes at me again.

“Finn? Are you alright?”

I turn to face Aster in the doorway. “Yes, it’s all fine. I just wanted to talk to Candy for a minute. Alone.”

Aster smiles. “Okay. But we need you back in here soon. And Candy, of course.”

I smile at Aster. I really like her and think she’s just what Max needs. I’ve never seen him so happy. And sometimes I have to admit that it kinda pisses me off.

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