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And based on the way he’s looking at me right now, I think Rhett Eaton’s new babysitter just might be me.
We don’t look at each other as we walk, but he touches my shoulder gently and gestures me across his body. He moves me to the opposite side of him before taking up position by the road.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I like her eyes on me.
She really is fucking lovely. And all her attention is on me.
“Careful. Your dad told me to keep my hands off you.” “Yeah, well, he didn’t tell me to keep my hands off you.”
When she sees me laughing, she gives me a timid thumbs up, followed by a shy smile. And fuck, it feels good. Because that—right there—is not part of her job description.
He’s connected the freckles to say Mine. And God, in this moment, I feel like that might be true.
Summer: Good luck tonight. Rhett: I love you.
