“I, I’m not sure. The tall one, he looked familiar.”
“You mean Blake?”
My heart beat in double time.
And for a moment I was certain it stopped beating.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t swallow.
I couldn’t get out the words almost choking me.
My eyes snapped up at the sound of Marissa’s voice, and something caught my attention. Through the flames I saw the two guys talking. The one I thought I recognized was listening to the other guy, but he wasn’t looking at his friend. His blue eyes were set firmly on me.
Eyes I’d spent days and nights dreaming of.
Eyes that had kept the nightmares at bay.
Eyes I thought I’d never see again.
“Penny, you’re freaking me out a little over here.”
Marissa’s voice deflected off my impending meltdown. I came to Camp Chance to heal. Not to have every scar I’d ever been inflicted with ripped open again and laid bare.
But my past and present had just collided.
I never thought I'd see Blake Weston again, but he was sitting across the fire from me.
A ghost from my past.
Looking right at me.