<i><b>Rowan</b></i><br /><br />Hiding in plain sight was never easy. Sure, no one in town knew my history, but I still didn&rsquo;t like feeling so exposed. Knowing that it wouldn&rsquo;t take much for them to figure out that I was there for a reason, and not staying forever.&nbsp;<br /><br />But after a few months, the small town was winning me over. The night life could use a little more excitement, and the dating options were minimal at best, but she caught my eye the first time I saw her.&nbsp;<br /><br />The angry look on her face hid the pain in her eyes. Maybe I was crazy for wanting to know why she was hurt, or maybe I just recognized someone I could relate to. Someone who might not judge me the way I&rsquo;d been judging myself. I just needed a way to get her to talk to me.&nbsp;<br /><br /><i><b>Willow</b></i><br /><br />The last thing I needed was a cop on a power trip trying to make a name for himself. I knew I was an easy target. No one in town liked me. But did he have to give me a ticket?&nbsp;<br /><br />And worse, did he have to buy me a drink? Yeah, because that was going to make it all better.&nbsp;<br /><br />I shouldn&rsquo;t have had the drink. I shouldn&rsquo;t have talked to him. Or let him kiss me. Or let him walk me home. I knew I was playing with fire because he was gorgeous and snarky and the first person in far too long who acted like I mattered.&nbsp;<br /><br />It was a mistake to let him in, to open myself up to him. But by the time I learned just how big of a mistake, it was far too late to keep myself from wanting something I&rsquo;d never get from him. From wanting&nbsp;more.&nbsp;