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I stare at his outstretched hand, suddenly nervous.

The last time we were this close... it wasn’t on good terms.

I swallow the lump in my throat, trying to ignore the fluttering butterflies threatening to break free from my stomach.

“Whatever you say, boss,” I place my hand in his. His touch is warm and comforting. “But Miles,” I start, pulling my hand back and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “this is all fresh, so be patient with me.”

“I know, Song,” he assures me, his brown eyes softening but the spark never leaving them. “We’re just headin’ out for a bit, all right?”

I nod slowly, not entirely convinced.

“And Song?"“He says again as he turns away.

“Yeah?”

“Don'‘ worry about tonight,” he smiles mischievously over his shoulder. “I just want you to have some good ole fashioned fun.”

A laugh bubbles up out of me as I shake my head.

There’s a lot about him that hasn’t changed—like that cocky attitude and I love it.

In hindsight, I’m glad we’re giving this a shot.

Everything is so fresh and awkward, but being with Miles makes me happy.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Miles

The truck rumbles along the highway, the engine’s growl a comforting backdrop to the scenery flashing by.

Billings looms ahead, and I can’t help but glance over at Stiletto.

She’s radiant today.

The sunlight catches her red hair, making it glow like fire.

Her hazel-green eyes sparkle with something I haven’t seen in a while—life.

“Look at that sky,” she says, her voice brightening the air between us. “It’s like the whole world is on fire.”

“Yeah,” I reply, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Just like you.”

She laughs, a sound so light it makes my heart skip.

Her smile reaches her eyes, and for a moment, she seems like the girl I remember from the Bronx, full of sass and spirit.

It feels good, seeing her come out of her shell, shedding all that heaviness.

“So, what are we doing out here?” she questions me, nudging me playfully.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “We’re about to check out a gym.”

“Why am I not surprised, Mr. Entrepreneur?” she teases, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Got some big plans, huh?”

“Big enough,” I say, keeping my tone serious. “But right now, you’re my number one priority. I just figure I need to make some moves here if I plan on staying.”

“Me?” she says, raising an eyebrow.

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