Cause she’s not wrong.
I was so busy thinking about the curve of her smile, the way she moaned my name, the image of her holding a kid’s hand like she was born to be someone’s mother, that yeah, I got distracted.
Worse than that—I prioritized what I wanted over what she needed.
“I didn’t want to scare you,” I say quietly.“I wanted to be sure.”
“Sure of what?”she hisses.“That I could handle it?That I wouldn’t fall apart?Or maybe you were just waiting until I got kidnapped, or shot, or worse?”
That stings.
I lean forward, elbows on my knees, trying not to say the wrong thing and fuck this up further.
“Fuck no.That’s not gonna happen.And I’m not just protecting you because it’s a job, Sabrina.I’m doing it because I care.”
Kane clears his throat.“Maybe I’ll give you two the room.”
Neither of us responds, so he takes that as his cue and slips out, closing the door behind him.
Now it’s just us.
She stands, pacing the room.
Her arms wrap around her waist like she’s trying to keep herself together.I watch her and hate that I put that look on her face.
She doesn’t deserve fear.
Not from me.
Chapter11
Sabrina
All men are liars.
And fuck them for that.
That’s the one bit of advice my old-fashioned father gave me about men.
Not thefuck thempart—just theall men are liars.
I laughed it off at the time.
Hell, I was barely out of my teens, too busy pretending I knew everything.
But he was right.
All menareliars.
And I let myself believe—just for a second—that this one might be different.
That the big, brooding bodyguard with the rough voice and soft eyes and filthy mouth might actually wantme.
Not for a job.
Not because he was being paid.
But because he saw something in me worth having.
