Just like it did all those years ago, my mouth grows a mind of its own, completely separate from my brain.

“Open it.”

Whitney keeps her eyes focused straight ahead and pretends she doesn’t hear me.

We both know she’s full of shit, and not just because the muscles of her throat work as she swallows. She made me believe she wanted nothing from me. Made me believe I was nothing to her. From the pulse hammering under the smooth skin of her neck, I know she fucking lied.

I step closer.

“Open the window, Whitney.” Her name hasn’t come out of my mouth in ten years, but goddamn, does it feel good on my lips. “You know you’re going to have to face me eventually.”

Her lips press together into a flat line while she continues to ignore me.

Cricket and Hunter’s conversation may as well be happening on another planet, because the only two people that exist in this world are me and the woman who wants to pretend I don’t.

“Listen up, Blue. You’re back in my town. My world. You can hear me. You can see me. You can pretend I’m not here all you want, but I am.” I rest an elbow on the window and lean closer. “And there’s one other thing you should know. We aren’t fucking done.”

Her shoulders tense and her chin jerks in my direction.

Finally, a reaction.

I wish I could rip those sunglasses off her face and see her eyes again, but I’ll settle for this . . . for now.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Blue. Really soon.”

Whitney’s bottom lip drops and quivers, and more than anything, I want to close my teeth around it and remind her how much she fucking loved to kiss me.

My body remembers. It comes to life, my heart pumping faster, my fingers itching to touch her.

The driver door shuts after Cricket climbs back inside, and I step back.

“This isn’t over, Whitney Gable. Not by a long shot.”

With a calculating smile, I shove my hands in my pockets and turn away from the van as Cricket guns it, spinning tires as she pulls away from the sidewalk. Hunter and I both stare after it and I try to act casual, even though Whitney Gable bursting back into my life again is anything but.

“You need to give your girl driving lessons, Hunt,” I say, watching the van head down the road.

Hunter’s laugh rings out. “Nah, I like her just the way she is. Fucking crazy. Might get her a safer car, though.”

I shoot a look at my best friend. “A tank?”

He grins. “Not a bad idea. I’ll look into it.” He glances at the taillights and then back to me. “Will you and Cricket’s cousin be able to make it through our wedding without killing each other?”

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.

“Killing Whitney Gable is the last thing I want to do.”