The Belated Spark

Phoebe went perfectly still, afraid even a shift of breath might detonate him.

After a long moment, Dane exhaled, set her gently back on her feet, and stepped away as though distance were the only armor he had left.

He hovered, his voice a bare tremor. “Phoebe Delaney, do you really not care for me anymore?”

The question locked her spine. “A man like you is out of my league.”

He narrowed his eyes,