it would be best for him to have a father?”
Her exasperation was plain in the way she opened her mouth but said nothing, as though she didn’t even have a reply.
“You’ll leave,” she said finally, and he thought the words must have hurt the way she hesitated over them. “One day you’ll tire of the charade and move on. And what will happen to him then?”
“I don’t have any intention of leaving.” His voice was soft, but filled with rigid determination. “Not now and not later. I’ve come to stay. For good.”
Mariah wanted to throw something at him. The man was presumptuous and delusional and…oh my goodness, but he smelled incredible. Like a warm night breeze in the mountains.
There was no escaping the effect he had on her. When he lowered his voice and spoke so intently, goose bumps raised along her skin. He didn’t have to touch her for her to know how disturbingly close he stood. From the beginning, she’d sensed every time he looked at her, knew the moment he moved closer. What was she going to do about him?
“What are you doing to us?” she asked, hating that a fat tear escaped her rigid composure and slid down her cheek.
“I understand that you don’t trust me.” He spoke so calmly that it angered her all the more. He was calm, rational…unless one actually listened to the foolish words he spouted. “You haven’t had time to learn I can be trusted,” he added.
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