Eyes that were brown with tiny flecks of gold met mine. Eyes I’d never forgotten. The easy, almost lazy smile I’d never seen on his face before froze. His lips parted and a paleness seeped under his tawny skin. Those eyes widened, the gold flecks seeming to expand. He recognized me; I had changed a lot since then, but still, recognition dawned in his features. He was moving again, leaning forward on his seat toward me. Four words roared out of the past and echoed in my head. Don’t make a sound. “Mouse?” he breathed. Chapter 3 Mouse.
