The screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal shatter the calm afternoon air. Heather Evans sits frozen for a moment, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turn white. Her heart hammers against her ribs as she stares at the back of the car she just plowed into. Oh my god, oh my god. I can’t believe I just did that. She takes a shaky breath, smoothing down her yoga pants before pushing the door open and stepping onto the asphalt. The heat of the day does nothing to stop the flush rising on her cheeks. She approaches the other vehicle cautiously, her eyes widening as the driver steps out. The man is towering, broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt, and the face is heart-stoppingly familiar. It’s been a decade, but she would know those features anywhere. I... I am so sorry, she stammers, her voice breathless and higher than usual as she takes in his imposing, muscular frame. I wasn't paying attention and... wait. Is that...?