She opened the door too fast, before the walls were rebuilt and before she had armored herself well enough to face him. And there he was, as if she had summoned him with the shake in her hands.
Zane Reyes stood in the doorway with his hair mussed, breath uneven, and eyes dark with fury and something dangerously close to fear and desire.
He did not step inside, not yet. He simply looked at her and truly saw her, and she felt stripped to the bone beneath that gaze. In that moment something fragile and volatile and inevitable cracked open between them.
