"I'm not disguising anything‚" he said calmly. "The terms are written clearly in front of you."
"Why?" The word burst out of me louder than I intended‚ and I saw something flicker behind his eyes before it disappeared. "Why are you doing this? Why me? You could have anyone‚ literally anyone‚ so why are you sitting there asking me to sign my life over to you for six months?"
He was quiet for a moment. Just one moment. And in that silence‚ something shifted in his expression‚ something raw and honest and almost vulnerable that vanished so quickly I wasn't sure I had actually seen it.
Then he leaned forward‚ resting his elbows on the desk‚ and looked at me with those ice-blue eyes that had haunted me since I was fourteen years old.
"Because I want you‚ Skye‚" he said‚ and his voice was lo
