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SKYLAR
Rhett’s smile trembled, and I yearned to leap over the table and hug him tight, to soothe all his worries away.
“I’m getting a little antsy to head back upstairs,” Rhett said, glancing toward the cafeteria’s exit.
I couldn’t help my grin since I understood that statement all too well. Ashton had sent me to Rhett to offer comfort, and I felt we’d accomplished more in our short minutes together than we’d done since he’d first faced me in the kitchen.
Even then, I’d thought him gorgeous, all stoic and untouchable, a man who didn’t want to be tampered with. But the one with the unshuttered gaze full of helplessness and vulnerability gazing at me across the table?
Heart-wrenchingly beautiful in a way that hurt my chest and stole my breath.
He’d been broken down completely, any
