Just as he stood there, lost in his own daze, she ended her call, slipped the phone into her bag, and turned to leave.
That sudden surge of panic—the kind that told him he was about to lose her again, without even touching her this time—ripped through all of Morrison's restraint.
"Lilian!"
Her name tore from his throat, rough and low, laced with pain.
She paused, heels clicking softly as she turned around, and in that instant Morrison felt his heart slam against his ribs.
She was even more beautiful than she had been over a year ago. The same face, yes, but now there was something else in her—a poise, a glow, a presence that dazzled.
When her eyes fell on him, her lips curved gently, and she greeted him with that sweet, unhurried smile,
"hi, long time no see."
So calm. So casual. As if he were just another old acquaintance she hadn't seen in a while.
