A solid chest and that familiar cologne stopped me dead in my tracks.

I looked up, and there he was—Ashton.

His face was tight with tension, his eyes locked on mine, filled with concern. I had no idea how he'd tracked me down, but just seeing him made all my fear melt away. Any thoughts about our breakup vanished as I grabbed his shirt like it was my only anchor to safety.

His arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me. "You okay?" he ...