Lily Danville was most definitely back in town. Because he couldn’t help himself, Aidan watched as she rushed to the door balancing an armful of junk food. Nice to know some things hadn’t changed.

Clearly she was trying to avoid him—a plan he could get behind. He had no desire to take a walk down Memory Road either, especially when that road had ended in a spectacular crash with no survivors.

Just the walking dead.

Still, after all these years she looked the same, hauntingly vulnerable and yet somehow tough at the same time. It was that willowy, curvy body coupled with those drown-in-me green eyes that she so carefully didn’t turn his way.

She almost got away, too, and then neither of them would have had to face each other, but someone jostled her at the doorway. Lily staggered backward, right into a five-foot postcard display of the Colorado Rockies.

The entire thing began to wobble.

With a gasped “Oh, no!” Lily reached out for it, sacrificing her bag of chips to do so. The bag hit the floor and then a package of donuts slipped out of her arms as well, landing next to the chips.

And that was it. The domino effect came into play, and sure enough the cherry pie went next.

The very last thing to go was the postcard display itself, falling over with dramatic flair, scattering postcards and Lily’s armload from here to Timbuktu, leaving her standing there, a junk food massacre at her feet.

“Damn,” Cliff said. “That always happens.”

“I’m so sorry!” Lily bent and began to scoop up the postcards.

“No worries,” Cliff assured her. “Seriously, I’ll get it.”

Very carefully not looking at the line where Aidan stood, she shot Cliff a grateful smile and vanished so fast that Aidan had himself half convinced he’d imagined the whole thing. Except the postcards sprawled across the floor said otherwise.

So did the odd ache in his chest.

He moved to help Cliff, whom he knew from last summer, when the guy had accidentally set this place on fire.

Cliff grinned as together they righted the display. “She was kinda hot. A mess, sure, but a hot mess, right?”

Aidan made a noncommittal sound and pulled out some cash to pay for the soda he’d come in for.

“Wait,” Cliff said, and picked up a package of cookies Lily had left behind.

And a set of keys.

“Hot Chick forgot these,” the clerk said. “Could you run them out to her for me?”

Shit. The very last thing he wanted to do was go have a one-on-one. Especially since clearly she didn’t want to talk to him any more than he wanted to talk to her.