COLEEN

The wind bit through my coat as soon as I stepped outside, the kind of cold that nipped at your ears and made you question every life decision that involved leaving a warm apartment. Hayden had texted that he was waiting by his car, and sure enough, there he was, leaning against it like he was posing for a magazine cover instead of freezing in the parking lot.

“You’re going to turn into an icicle,” I called as I walked over.

He grinned, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. ...