The minute our lips separate, I dash out of the room and quickly make my way outside into the snow. At my truck, I catch my breath and turn back to look at Kix.
“She means something to you?” Ryder questions.
I’d been so lost in my own anguish to realize he was around.
I don’t meet his gaze nor do I directly answer his question. “Make sure she’s okay.”
Jessie and Evan’s story is only just beginning.