He's standing thirty feet away and already pulling all the oxygen from the room. Sell-your-soul-for-one-night devastating. Silver at the temples. Steel in his eyes. A jaw with a scar I want to trace with my tongue. My thighs clench before I even know his name.

Rhys Thornton watches me like he's already decided how this ends. Like I'm the only person in the room worth his attention.

I rescue dogs. I clean up my father's messes. I fix broken things. I didn't expect him to be one of them.

He offers a fake engagement. I tell myself it's business. Then he touches me like I'm the first real thing he's wanted in years. He says my name like he's tasting it. Looks at me like I'm ruining twenty years of planning.

I stop pretending this is business. I stop pretending I don't want him.

But he knows too much. Wants me too fast. And something behind those steel eyes tells me this was never supposed to be real.

It is now. And that might destroy us both.

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