(Cassidy)
I looked up from the couch the second I heard Dane's bike pull into the driveway. I'd been listening for that sound ever since he'd left, and the wait had felt longer than it probably had been. I set my book aside and stood before he even reached the front door. Something told me this wasn't the kind of evening either of us would forget.
The door opened a few seconds later.
Dane stepped inside carrying his helmet before closing the door behind him. His eyes found mine straight away, and I knew the meeting hadn't gone the way he'd hoped. He looked tired, but it wasn't the kind of tired that came from a long day. This was the kind that came from carrying too much at once.
"You made it back," I said.
"I told you I would."
"You did."
He crossed the room, kissed my forehead, an
