I opened the front door to thunder and a tall shadow on the porch.
“Hey, Rach,” Evan said, soaked to the bone and wearing that familiar crooked smirk. “Miss me?”
Lightning cracked behind him. I blinked.
“Evan?” I stared at the man I hadn’t seen in over a year. “What are you—?”
“Passing through town for work,” he said, stepping inside before I could say no. “Figured I’d crash here for a night or two.”
“Right…” I stepped back, heart already thudding. “Mark didn’t say anything.”
Evan shrugged off his jacket, revealing a tight black T-shirt clinging to a body that had only gotten harder since college. “Didn’t tell him. Thought I’d surprise you both.”
Of course he did.
Because that’s what Evan Blackwell did—walked into your life like a storm and expected you to get wet.
Mark greeted hi
