The color drained from Jeremy’s face as he stared at his phone. I blinked at him, feeling even more confused. He’d been all over the place in the last ten minutes—flirty and then cold and then scorching hot as he’d kissed me. Now, suddenly, he looked terrified. This guy was a mystery, that was for sure.

“What’s wrong?” I said, scooting closer to take a look.

I caught a brief glimpse of the image on the screen—that gray truck I was never going to forget barreling toward me and the cemetery fence. Then Jeremy jerked the phone away. He clicked it off, his knuckles white as he gripped it.

“I’m really sorry,” he said. “You need to go. Now.”

I couldn’t argue with the urgency in his voice. I didn’t understand why seeing some video that had captured the accident would have freaked him out, but he clearly was freaking out. “Okay,” I said. “I can do that. But if there’s anything I can do to help—”

He shook his head with a snap. “It’s done now. Nothing can change that.”

I didn’t understand what that meant either, but he obviously wasn’t interested in explaining. He opened the front door to usher me out. I’d just stepped into the hall, my head spinning, when he grabbed my elbow.

“Wait. You should go out the back way. Just to be safe.”

I stared at him. “Safe? What’s going on, Jeremy?”

“It’s— It’s probably nothing yet. There hasn’t been time for— I just want to be careful. All right?”

He looked into my eyes with that bright green gaze. Damn, how could I say no to him?

He walked with me down the hall to the fire exit with clipped strides. Our feet thudded on the carpeted floor. The aftertaste of that screwdriver had turned even more sour in my mouth. My thoughts tumbled back to that internet search. His evasiveness about his online presence.

Maybe he was in some form of witness protection. He was worried someone who knew him from before would see that video? But he’d hardly been visible in the bit that I’d seen. Not enough that even I would have recognized him if I hadn’t recognized the rest of the scene.

I guessed I couldn’t blame him for being on guard if he’d gone underground for his own protection, though. Walking out the back was no big deal if it put his mind at ease.

It wasn’t much of a walk. Jeremy’s apartment was on the third floor. We hurried down the steps to a beige door that led out into the back alley. Jeremy grasped the handle, but I stopped and touched his arm. All that talk about taking off at a moment’s notice came back to me. Was he seriously about to dash right out of town right now?

“Promise me you’ll tell me if this is so bad, or gets so bad, that you’re leaving San Jose. Please? I don’t want to be wondering what might have happened to you.”

His eyes softened even though the rest of his expression stayed tense. “All right,” he said. “If I head out, I’ll text you a picture of your incredible kitchen organizational skills in honor of today.”

It couldn’t be that big a problem if he could still joke around, right? But then he tugged me to him for one last kiss, so swift and hungry it left me reeling. Like the kind of kiss you’d give someone when you didn’t know if you’d ever see them again.

“Jeremy,” I started, but he shook his head and shoved open the door.

I hustled out into the alley and down it, past the garbage bins, my heart thudding. None of this made sense. My hand dropped to my purse, where I had my phone, but my data plan was way too limited to stream videos on the go. I’d have to check the video of the crash when I got home. Maybe there’d been more to it that would explain Jeremy’s reaction.

A bus was arriving at the stop right when I reached it. I hopped on and sank into one of the seats in the back. On a whim, I shot a quick glance over my shoulder out the window. No one was lurking on the street behind me. No one followed me onto the bus.

Jeremy’s paranoia was infecting me.

Of course, who knew if it was paranoia or a totally valid fear. I had no idea what he might have been through.

I wished he’d been willing to tell me. There had to be something I could do. But he’d hardly known me a week. Why would he trust me with all his secrets?

I’d thought I felt a connection between us. Not just sparks and chemistry, but a deeper understanding, as if we were on the same wavelength in some way. Had that only been wishful thinking?

I couldn’t keep stewing over it. I’d get home, dig up that video, and then at least I’d know more than I did now.

“Grace?”

My head jerked up. The bus had made a couple more stops, and I hadn’t been paying attention to who’d gotten on. Lloyd, my banker ex-boyfriend, was leaning against the pole beside my seat, smiling down at me. That vague, distant smile that had always made me feel as if half his mind was somewhere else the whole time we were together.

He ran a hand over his smooth black hair, slicked to the side with a little too much gel. “It’s been a while since I ran into you. How’s it going?”

He could act all casual because I’d been the one to break up with him, never mind that he’d strung me along for months before I’d finally found the spine to do it.

But as I opened my mouth I found I didn’t feel any anger about that. A lot had happened since then. Lloyd really didn’t matter.

I cared more about a guy I’d met a week ago than I did about this dude.

“Not bad,” I said, matching his casual tone. “Busy with work and looking after the house.” I didn’t ask how he was doing, because frankly I didn’t care about that either.

Not that it stopped him from telling me. “Good, good,” he said, nodding. His gaze had already drifted away from me. “I got a promotion at the bank last month. Brilliant times.”

“That’s nice.” I resisted the urge to add a yawn for good measure.

“Yeah, I just put down a deposit on a house. It’s the perfect place. My fiancé and I can’t wait to move in. Oh, hey, there’s a seat. Good seeing you.”

“Yeah,” I said dryly. Had he always been that self-centered and I’d just managed to overlook it, or had he gotten worse in the last three years?

I didn’t know what the hell was going on with Jeremy, but I couldn’t imagine going back to dating someone who treated me with that kind of blasé indifference after being kissed with the passion I’d felt just a few minutes ago. He’d better not take off. Apparently in the course of one afternoon, he’d ruined all other men for me.

When the bus finally reached my stop, I dashed from there to my front door. I tossed my purse on the table and sat down with my laptop. Time to dig up that video and figure out what Jeremy was so afraid of.

I narrowed the search results by location and date, and after that it was easy. Here it was. Crazy car crash stunt – check this guy out! What kind of stunt? Was Jeremy pulling me out of the way really that exciting? I mean, to anyone other than me.

I started the video playing and expanded it to fill the screen. Zoomed in, the image was so pixelated Jeremy and I looked like characters from an ancient video game. Definitely not recognizable. But as the video steadied, the details became a little clearer.

Jeremy loped along with his camera bag on his back, the sun gleaming off that glossy dark brown hair. You still couldn’t see his face, but it was an excellent shot of his ass, I had to say. Maybe he could be recognized from that?

Here I came out through the cemetery gate. I could still remember that moment, catching sight of him jogging toward me. The fluttering in my chest that handsome face and the powerful body beneath it had set off. I’d started walking, giving him a quick smile, and—

The screech of the tires made me flinch. My back jarred against the wooden back of the chair. A jolt of adrenaline shot through me as if I really were back there, with the truck barreling toward me all over again.

I already knew what happened next. Jeremy sprang forward, grabbed my arm, and hauled me out of the way. The truck had whipped right past us...

Wait. Through the daze of the memory, my gaze snagged on an odd movement in the literal recording of the past. I scrolled back through the video and played it again.

Jeremy hauled me out of the way. That had definitely happened. But the truck—it really did look as if it were careening straight toward him.

Then his arm shoved out through the air. And suddenly the truck lurched to the side. It slammed past him, only clipping his elbow.

No, that couldn’t be right. He couldn’t have pushed an entire speeding truck out of the way. It had to be the angle of the shot or something.

I replayed that section of the video again, and again, and again. My pulse started to thump hard and steady in my ears.

No, I wasn’t imagining it. But it didn’t look as if Jeremy had even touched the truck. It had jolted off course before it had even reached him.

As if he’d pushed it aside just by wanting to.

A shiver passed over my skin. I’d thought it was strange, hadn’t I, when I’d tried to put together the events of the crash afterward. I’d thought the truck should have hit him where he was standing. And then today in his apartment... The way he’d grabbed my glass before it hit the floor... I’d almost thought it had stopped before his hands had closed around it.

I’d convinced myself I’d only been imagining things. Because things like that just didn’t happen. Shockingly hot guys couldn’t just move trucks by will alone or freeze glasses in mid-air. At least, I hadn’t believed they could.

It was right after that incident with the glass that Jeremy had gone cold and started making excuses to get me out of there. And he’d panicked even more when he’d seen that video.

My mind was whirling. I pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead, trying to steady my thoughts. They kept racing on. But one pealed clear through the rest.

Jeremy had some kind of superhuman power. A power that let him move objects without touching them. And he was petrified by the idea of anyone else finding out.

Holy shit.

I’d gotten what I wanted. I understood why he’d freaked out. His reaction made a lot more sense now, even if the how of his strange ability didn’t quite.

Now that I knew, what the heck was I going to do about it?