I should’ve walked away after the fight. Should’ve let it go once I pulled Val out of it, once I stood there like an idiot with my hand folded across his chest, heart hammering so loud it hurt my ears. But I didn’t.

Couldn’t.

The second I yanked the brute of him, something shifted. Not just in the air, not just in the room. In me.

Val’s scent hit me like lightning. Earthy. Warm. Wrong for a male.

Too familiar.

And now it won’t leave me the hell alone.

I’m pacing the hallway ...