SIXTEEN
NOTHING INSIDE WAS DIFFERENT.
Daire closed the door and squeezed past her. When she stepped back to give him more space, he fixed on her.
“I expected this reaction from you after the mission. Not after being honest about my feelings on it.”
“You haven’t told me your feelings on it,” she said, folding her arms. “Every time I bring it up, you say we have to focus on the mission.”
“Because it’s easier to focus on what needs to be done than what I did to hurt you.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide how hurt I am? I want to be with you. You’re the one throwing up barriers every time I make that clear.”
“Little Red,” he said, erasing the space between them to wrap his arms around her to haul her close. “I want to be with you more than anything in this world.”
Her muscles relaxed.
