Miles POV
I knew I shouldn’t have said any of that.
I knew that even before I opened my mouth. I knew I shouldn’t meddle or interfere, as that had always been the rule between us, between me and anyone connected to Rhys.
But the image of Rhia in that pool wouldn’t leave my head. I can’t get rid of the image of her pressed against Rhys, her fingers clutching his shoulders as they fit right there, and Rhys leaning in too close to her, his grip firm around her waist under the pool. The moment was far too intimate. It wasn’t playful, nor was it innocent, and it shouldn’t have mattered to me.
But it did. It crawled under my skin, twisted something ugly and reckless in my chest, that I had almost lost control back there, which was very unlike me.
Rhys…that bastard knew exactly what he was d
