She stood in Caleb’s living room, trying to figure out what she should be doing now—hightailing it out of town, if she was listening to the small, trepid voice in her head. Every moment she’d spent in his company had brought her another step closer to the ridiculous teenager she’d once been. Nothing had changed; she was still mesmerized by his green eyes and full lips; she still imagined what it would feel like to run her fingers over the hard planes of his chest; and still couldn’t stop looking at his hands, imagining them roaming over her body.
She’d been safe from making a fool of herself as long as Olivia was there, but the moment Caleb returned from the little girl’s room, the two of them would be all alone. If she was smart, she’d be long gone before he came back, but all of her bra
