Lance, still filled with worry, immediately began checking Addison from head to toe, looking for any sign of injury. His concern didn't seem fake, Addison could see that. But it was far too late. Whatever fear or danger she'd endured earlier had already passed, and his sudden attentiveness only made her frown deepen.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed Levi looking in their direction. Not wanting him to misunderstand, Addison instinctively stepped back, putting distance between herself and Lance. She knew Levi was emotionally fragile right now, and she didn't want to give him the wrong idea.
Yes, she felt a sense of familiarity with Lance, perhaps a remnant from their closeness before she lost her memory, something her body still remembered like muscle memory. But that old closeness was no longer welcome. Not now.
