Facing the Past

Avery

My hand was on the gearshift when a familiar Aston Martin pulled into the lot.

My heart jumped into my throat as Declan emerged from the car. He wore dark jeans and a white button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Casual but still somehow expensive looking.

He spotted me immediately and walked over. I climbed out of my car, suddenly hyperaware of everything: the way my dress clung to my bo