Oz was leaning up against the building as she pulled into the parking space. A familiar ache spread through her when she saw him. She could almost feel his arms holding her, his tall, lean body the perfect haven. Resting her head against his chest would make her feel safe and secure, but she’d given up the right to experience those things with him.
When he saw her, he ducked his head and raked his fingers through his thick, dark hair before pushing away from the wall. He stepped into the street and surveyed her through the shattered window.