Ella watched her past walk into the room, and time froze. All of a sudden, she was just a college kid who could stare into those green eyes and feel safe. Too much time had passed, but in a breath of a second, she recalled what it had felt like to run her fingers along the scruff of his jaw. She remembered how he would rub her bare back, walking his fingers up and down her spine until she drifted to sleep in the pillow of his chest, their naked legs tangled.
They had history heavy enough to make a moonless night moan. Their baggage was deep and devastating. Pain had forced them apart. She had agonizingly ignored the tears in his words and in her heart, until she never saw him again.
Her chest ached for one quick second as he leveled her with the same shocked stare. The glance hit so fast and so hard, slamming so deep and true, that she couldn’t breathe. Her mouth fell open, but words abandoned their purpose and wouldn’t form.
Bishop O’Kane stood large and broad. Life looked as though it had been as good to him as it had been hard. He’d roughened, hardened. But those eyes, the poignant greenness, were a well to his soul, counteracting the attitude that rolled off him.
He was the same type as the Titan men who’d swept into Tara’s office— machine-like, mountain-like, with muscles made of boulders, and a corded neck. Long ago, Ella had touched and kissed those same spots, never noticing even the tendons that demanded her attention now.
Everything was noticeable as he stood in front of her, stunned— the veins on his arms; the way he hulked.
“Eloise?” Boots planted to the bathroom floor, Bishop stood his ground, showing a flash of uncertainty as though he needed permission to be in the ladies’ room.
“Bishop.” Was he as confused about the situation as she was about him? Likely so. Because the last time he’d seen her, she’d simply been a kid.
She’d been a kid who hadn’t dealt with trauma and loss well, who had panicked, who had hurt him. Because when they’d ended— no, they’d never ended. They had simply stopped. Ella had walked away because she was too broken-heartened, unable to deal with life. She just couldn’t…
He snapped out of his trance before she did and stepped forward in a way that smacked of menace and anger. “Who the hell is Ella Leighton?”
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