“Stop,” I called out to Emma’s retreating back. “Please.” She halted abruptly, then turned to look at me. Her brows rose. Fates, she was beautiful in the sunlight, with a scattering of freckles across her nose. Her hair gleamed, and I wanted to see if it felt as soft as it looked. I’d been struck dumb the last two times I’d seen her, and this was no different. It took a conscious effort to get my tongue to work when she asked, “You followed me?” “Yes. I, ah…wanted to apologize for how abrupt I was earlier.” “Yeah, you were pretty intense.”
