“What did you call me?” Cadence asked, warmed as much by Trey’s hug as the name he’d called her. No one had ever called her Cady before. Coming from Trey, the name made her heart beat at an accelerated tempo and her palms feel sweaty.
“Cady.” Clearly flustered, he stared at the toes of his boots. He hadn’t planned to let the nickname he’d been calling her in his head make its way out his lips, but there it was, hanging out in the open. Finally, he brought his gaze up to meet hers. “I’m tired of calling you Miss Greer and Cadence is just too formal. Would you mind if I call you Cady?”
“I wouldn’t mind.” Cadence’s voice was barely above a whisper. She loved the sound of the name on his lips. “I wouldn’t mind if you want to hug me again, either. My feet feel frozen.”
Trey chuckled and his eyes twinkled. Unsnapping his coat, he pulled her to his chest then wrapped his coat around her, sharing his warmth. He was unprepared for the overwhelming urge to kiss her, to hold her this close forever.
Heat wasn’t the only thing he shared with Cadence. Trey could feel something else, something unsettling, unfamiliar, and unmistakably powerful snapping between the two of them.