About the Book:
Liv Arias thought she'd never return to Long Acre—until a documentary brings her and the other survivors back home. Suddenly her old flame, Finn Dorsey, is closer than ever, and their attraction is still white-hot. When a searing kiss reignites their passion, Liv realizes this rough-around-the-edges cop might be exactly what she needs…
Liv's words cut off as Finn got closer. The man approaching was nothing like the boy she'd known. The bulky football muscles had streamlined into a harder, leaner package and the look in his deep green eyes held no trace of boyish innocence.
Read an Excerpt from The Ones Who Got Away:
She bit her lip. Of course with
his authoritative tone, her mind put him in a uniform and some aviators. She’d
never had a particular fetish for men in uniform, especially after her own
run-in with the police. But the thought of Finn wearing one and manhandling her
a bit had her reconsidering. She would definitely get out of the vehicle. Maybe
even let him cuff her. And as inappropriate as the thought was, considering the
circumstances, it was a welcome respite from her nightmare. She cleared her
throat. “I think you pull it off just fine.”
His dimple appeared beneath the
stubble. “You’re blushing, Arias.”
“I am not.” She tipped up her
chin. “I’m just…still flushed from all the adrenaline.”
“Uh-huh. Or you’ve got a secret
cop fetish.”
“Stop flirting.” She pointed a
finger at him.
“Am I flirting?” he asked
innocently.
“Yes. And that’s not allowed.
You yourself said that kiss was a mistake. So don’t come prancing around here
half-dressed with your Batman abs and talking about where to put my hands. No
one likes a tease, Dorsey.”
His grin turned roguish. “I said
that kiss was a mistake, not a regret.”
“Finn.”
“And Batman abs?” He grabbed the
lapels of the robe like he was going to open it and check. “These old things?”
She stretched out her leg and
kicked his thigh. “Stop it. You’re terrible.”
He lifted his palms in surrender
and laughed. “At least you’re smiling now.”
“Yeah, well, there’s that.”
It seemed even after all the
years had passed, Finn still had the ability to get her mind off things. When
her mom was going through chemo and everything was doom and gloom at home, Finn
could somehow figure out ways not just to make her laugh, but to do so in a way
that didn’t make her feel guilty for feeling a moment of happiness.
She leaned forward, bracing
herself on one hand, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
She looked up, meeting his gaze,
and realized how close she still was. Close enough to see the flecks of gray in
his green eyes, close enough to kiss him. She wet her lips. “Being you. I’ve
missed that guy.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, his
gaze flicking to her mouth before sliding upward again. Her heart picked up
speed, and his hand closed around her upper arm. “Liv…”
“I…” Whatever she was going to
say died on her lips because the way he was looking at her made her forget her
words. There was want there in those green depths—lust—but there was something
else. Something that made her breath stall. Need mixed with something more
dangerous. A wildness.
A curl of heat went up her
spine, twining with unease. So much of her wanted to give into it, to see what
exactly was simmering there between them. Just grab him and say to hell with it
all and make the sheets even sweatier than they already were. But as much as he
was drawing her in with that look, he was also warning her off. She didn’t know
how she got that sense, but it was there, loud and clear. Push me away. Run.
He wanted her to stop this.
He’d told her outside what he
had to offer—nothing but a one night stand. And though right now that sounded
all kinds of enticing, she wasn’t going to go there. He didn’t want this. Plus,
even sober, it would be too close to how she’d handled her anxiety in college.
She didn’t need to chase away her nightmare with a hook-up she’d regret in the
morning. She wasn’t that girl anymore.
“Finn.” The word was strained.
“Yes?”
She swallowed past the dryness
in her throat. “We should get my stuff moved. It’s late.”
He stared at her for a moment
and then his grip on her arm softened, his breath tickled her hair. “Right. Of
course.”
He released her and she climbed
off the bed with shaky limbs. She wouldn’t let herself look at him. She needed
a task—something, anything, to get her mind off the man sitting on her bed. She
packed up in record time, and Finn retrieved his gun from the drawer, tucking
it in the pocket of the robe. No words were exchanged. When she was done
gathering her things, he helped her roll her bag down the hallway to his room.
He let her inside and quickly rounded
up his own stuff. He moved with quiet efficiency, awkwardness creeping into the
silence between them and spreading into every corner of the room.
She leaned against the dresser,
watching him, hating the growing divide. “Hey, Finn.”
He looked up, his hands full of
computer wires.
“I know the kiss was a mistake
and things have gotten a little weird and a lot personal tonight. But this—you
and I having some time to talk—it was good. I think that’s what I missed the
most when everything happened. Losing you as a friend.”
His stance relaxed. “Yeah?”
She crossed her arms and
shrugged. “Yeah. We were good at the kissing, but we were better at the
talking. I never had to fake stuff with you.”
His eyebrow arched.
She laughed. “That’s not what I
mean, Mr. Mind-In-the-Gutter. I mean that things were easy between us. That’s
hard to find with people. I’m realizing that now. I don’t…have that.”
He tucked the computer cords in
his bag and straightened, his watchful gaze making her fidgety.
“And that’s not your problem, obviously.” She
was rambling now but couldn’t bring herself to stop. “But I opened that stupid
time capsule tonight and got to see a big long list of things I wanted to
accomplish in life and haven’t. I was supposed to this. I was supposed to
that.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m going to name my freaking autobiography Supposed
To by Olivia Arias.”
He frowned. “Liv.”
She shook her head. “It’s fine.
It is what it is. But all I’m saying is that I don’t want another regret added
to the list. So I just thought you should know that you meant—mean—something to
me. And maybe you could give a flying flip about me. I have no clue what your
life looks like now, but I would rather not leave Long Acre later today and go
back to being strangers. Because people you don’t have to fake it for are hard
to find. So…yeah, that’s all I wanted to say. I’d like us to stay in touch.”
The corners of his mouth
twitched. “That’s all you had to say?”
“Hey, I’m a photographer not an
editor.”
“I thought you were a web designer.”
Her lips parted, closed.
He smiled. “Maybe you’re already
making more changes than you think.”
She let out a breath. “Maybe I’m
just tired.”
Finn stepped around the bed and
held out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
She was confused for a second, her
brain running on too much adrenaline and too little sleep, but eventually his
request registered. She reached into her bag to pull out her cell.
He took it from her and typed a
few things and then handed it back to her. “You can always call me, Liv. For
anything.”
She took her phone back, her
hope sinking a bit. “Right. Thanks.”
He kissed the top of her head
and then grabbed his stuff. “I’m going to get out of your way so you can shower
and rest. If you need anything before breakfast, give me holler.”
“Thanks.”
He stepped out into the hallway
without a backward glance and headed to the room they’d left, obviously more
than a little eager to get the hell away from her. She didn’t blame him. She’d
apparently become the queen of awkward conversation tonight.
With a sigh, she locked her door
and made her way over to the bed and collapsed onto it. Spent. Exhausted. And a
little frustrated.
Finn had taken her words like
she wanted someone to call when she needed help, but she wasn’t in the market
for a therapist or a savior. She was in the market for a friend.
But maybe she was grasping for
something that didn’t exist with Finn anymore. Maybe she was just being
nostalgic. They weren’t in high school. They didn’t live in the same place.
They couldn’t just hang out. The time for that had past. She needed to
be okay with that.
If he wasn’t interested in
keeping in touch, she wasn’t going to chase him.
She checked the time on her
phone to see how many hours she needed to kill before breakfast. But instead of
seeing the time, she saw the address book entry Finn had made.
His phone number.
Filed under Batman.
And a note beneath: You will
never be a stranger to me.
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