Chapter 2: Rain on the Roof
The rain kept hammering the roof of the truck. Neither of us looked away.
Kane’s eyes stayed on mine. Dark. Steady. The kind of look that made the air feel thicker.
“You should get inside,” he said, voice low.
I didn’t move. “I’m fine here.”
His hand still rested near my knee. Close enough that I felt the heat from his skin.
“Claire.”
Just my name. Rough around the edges.
I turned toward him a little more. The hoodie sleeves slipped past my wrists. His gaze dropped to my mouth again, then lower, to where the fabric hung loose on me.
Something in his jaw tightened.
“You keep looking at me like that,” I said, “and I’m going to think you want something.”
He let out a short breath that wasn’t quite a laugh. “You talk too much.”
“Then make me stop.”
That
