‘You didn't see me because you were too busy.’ He stepped closer until Annie had to tip her face up to his. ‘Do you remember what you were busy doing that night, Annabelle?’ he asked, his voice a low rumble, every feeling he’d had when he’d seen her that night barreling back into him. Annie faced him head on like she always had. ‘Yes, I do. I spent that night forgetting you.’
