“Because I care about you,” he says, taking the cup of coffee she offers him. He sips it black. “I’ve always cared about you. You’re the girl who—” He stops abruptly, his cheeks flushing slightly, and looks away. She looks up at him. “The girl who got away?” “I was going to say that, but no, you’re not.” Kaiser meets her gaze. “Because that implies I once had you. We both know I never did.”
