desperate need for reassurance. How easy it would be to meet her lips and give her some relief.
He bit down and moved away.
Time to go.
“I can get things underway tomorrow,” he said, almost to the door. “I’ll collect you at ten.”
“Gage?”
He turned back.
“I’m not sure I won’t regret this, but…” She hesitated then slowly smiled. “Thank you.”
He nodded and left, the dog trotting at his heels.
When Jenna had what she needed—when there was no question—he would walk away, just as he was walking away now. Because her father had been right. Long term he was bad for her.
Hell, too close for too long, he was bad for anyone.
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