Chapter 3

“Oh, a guitar tattoo,” Emerson said, pointing at the mark above Sean’s heart. “I haven’t played myguitar since college.”

“I’d rather die than go a day without touching her,” Sean answered, but his voice was muffled by the mask. He wasn’t sure if Emerson heard. “Maybe I’ll let you touch mine, too.”

Emerson’s sudden smile let him know the message had gotten across.

2

Emerson couldn’t believe he’d been bamboozled by this stranger. He’d been minding his own business, heading home to Ninotchka, when he saw this guy take a tumble in the street.

Wearing shoes like that in the snow? How stupid could you be?

He hadn’t intended to dive out into the road like that. Honestly, he couldn’t recall the event with clarity. It’d happened so fast. It was still happening fast.

The man was breathing easier now. Right after they’d landed along the edge of the sidewalk, Emerson was sure the guy would faint. His face had been bloodless, his eyes unfocused.