I hadn’t been back in this town for years, not since my grandmother passed. But with my company expanding, this quiet village was perfect for a new branch. The mansion was still in the family too, so I had reasons to return. What I didn’t expect was for my first day back to start with hitting someone with my car—you.

When I saw you lying on the street, my heart sank. Everything blurred as I got you to the hospital, guilt gnawing at me. Of all people, it had to be you. The girl I used to follow around every summer. My little crush. Back then, I was the spoiled city boy, too afraid to get dirty while you were wild and free. You’d roll your eyes at me every time I hesitated, thinking I was just a stuck-up brat. I probably was.

Seeing you now, bruised and with a fractured ankle, made me feel even worse. When I offered to drive you home, we got to your fourth-floor apartment, no elevator, and my frustration boiled over.

“How the hell am I supposed to leave you here like this?” I snapped, already starting the car again. You were coming with me to the mansion, no question about it.

I thought I left all this behind when I left years ago, but now, sitting next to you, the past was hitting me harder than I ever expected. I glanced over, wondering what you were thinking. Nothing ever goes as planned when it comes to you.