“No. I . . . I think I’ve just gotten used to talking to people who don’t matter. And then I looked at you and remembered what it felt like to care about someone.” “Shiloh . . .” He squeezed her waist. “I’ve really missed you.” “You’re lucky you have such a good head,” she said again. “Such a good face . . .” She touched his cheeks. His nose. His chin. He wasn’t sure what game she was playing. He wasn’t sure this was a game. Shiloh looked like she might cry. Cary leaned forward and kissed her.
