Page 45 of Rescue

But then she smiles at me, and there’s no more worry or fear on her face. She doesn’t even look tired anymore. “Thank you. I think that will be… that will be really good for me, Lennon. Having you as a friend.”

How in the hell am I supposed to argue with that? When she leans up to hug me, I hug her back, trying not to think about how great she feels in my arms. Trying not to notice that amazing smell that still clings to her hair.

“So,” she says, pulling back. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Absolutely.” My voice sounds strangely husky, but I smile, hoping she won’t notice.

“Great. Thanks, Len.”

“No problem, Haylee.”

She gives me one last grin before disappearing behind her door, leaving me to wonder how it’s possible to feel so good and so awful at the same time.