Chapter 24
Blake
I hadn’t meant to make Wren cry. Seeing big tears roll from beneath her glasses to trickle down her cheek f*****g hurt my heart.
Madeline had it right. I was damn gone on Wren. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
And feeling her wrapped around me, hugging me tight with one arm?
Heaven.
I rested my chin atop her head and wished I wasn’t holding the cupcake so I could squeeze her into me with both of mine arms. But I took advantage of the moment, etching into my memory the feel of her smallness pressed against my front. How slender she was with just enough softness my body recognized woman in every way possible.
Once more, she fit so damn perfectly against me while I cradled her upper back. She damn well belonged there too.
Had things been different between
