“Chris?” I say hesitantly, making my way to the doorway. “You scared the hell out of me!” One hand covers my pounding heart as I make my way toward him But as I get closer, I see his chest is heaving up and down. He’s sucking in as much air as he can, his clothing and hair wet from the storm and clinging to his body. My mind says to ask him if he’s okay and what he’s doing here, but when I look at his eyes, which are set directly on me, he shakes his head. A grin appears on his face, and I know. “Close, but not quite right,” he says, seemingly winded but with a familiar grin.
