“Hey. You’re—” “Halley,” I provided, because there was probably no way he remembered my name like I remembered his. Then I waited for the residual anger to crease his brows and shadow his eyes. But all he did was nod once as snowflakes splashed across his navy hat. “Like the comet.” My heart jumped, lashes fluttering. It was nine degrees, but my skin sizzled with telltale heat as I pressed my lips together in an attempt to flatten the smile. “Reed.” Reed, the man with green eyes and golden words.
