Chapter 4Ezra was at the bars of his holding cell the minute he spotted Ashleigh. She could feel the rush of emotions that tightened her chest, which then caused her normally pale skin to flush with heat. Ezra. Ezra’s here. She’d been worried that the whole thing might have been a mirage up until this point. But he was real—right here—and even if that was in jail, at least he seemed okay.
Ezra placed his hands over the bars and she pressed her own over his. It was pure instinct, something that came over her without conscious thought. He was so much taller than her, but when they touched hands like this, it was as if that height difference all but disappeared.
“You need to step back, ma’am,” the officer said. It was the same man from the phone, who had since introduced himself as Officer
