3
Dane pulled up at his office and turned to Chloe in the passenger seat. He’d dropped Shana off at Phoebe’s house a few minutes earlier. Chloe had been quiet on the drive down from the trail. Weariness edged her features. Her mossy green eyes met his, and she smiled hesitantly. “Is this your office?”
“Yup. I’d like to get a better look at your ankle as soon as possible.” He climbed out of the truck and went around to her side. She’d already started to get out. “I can tell you’re not the best patient,” he said with a chuckle.
She grinned in reply, her eyes lighting up. He could look in her eyes all day and never tire of it. They were soothing and electrifying at once.
“I’m terrible at resting, but I’ll try to be good,” she said, brushing a few loose tendrils of hair out of her eyes.
B
