Her lips parted and the words were there, on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t get them out.
Please don’t hurt me. Don’t make me regret trusting you. She silently begged him not to crush her spirit; it would be so easy to fall for him. And it wasn’t just because he made her feel good physically. It was the small things, like warming a blanket for her by the fire and asking her questions about books over dinner. As much as she wanted to paint him a blackguard and a fortune hunter, she couldn’t deny that his actions spoke against her poor opinion of him.
Please don’t hurt me. Don’t make me regret trusting you.This was why she feared falling for a man who wouldn’t treat her as an equal. Owen had tried to seduce other women with the intent to marry for money, but with her he’d actually
