Chapter Twenty Five
Rhett
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I clawed my hands inside my pockets, wearing a hole in the fabric, knowing that I was sweating profusely. I hadn't expected to see her....here. The knowledge that she'd found out where I lived, made her infinitely more dangerous than I'd given her credit for. She was a cobra, dressed as a milk maid, and looking more delicious than any of the cupcakes on Mom's stall. I swallowed a few times, hoping that my stance was aggressive, not unsure and shaky.
I felt shaky.
She'd flown all the way out here, somehow able to ambush me on my own soil. And she had back up. Tarquin, the man she claimed to despise was two paces behind her. Donna, her best friend, stood behind him. Both of them were stony faced. I felt my feet twitching, like they wanted to bet
