Anne tried not to stare at Evan as he drove, forcing herself to look at her hands or out the window. He looked like a different person to her, far more than the few years could have accounted for.
He was so much more handsome than she remembered, that was part of it. All traces of his soft boyish face had faded away into high cheekbones and a strong jaw. Everything about him had gotten stronger, more solid somehow. His voice was deeper too.
Even with all of that, he felt just the same to her, just as comfortable and safe as he ever had. He kept up the conversation when she was quiet, a habit he’d picked up when she was just eleven years old.
The sound of the man’s voice washed over her, reassuring as the little boy voice of her childhood friend.
“How’s this look?”
She shook her head,
