“I’m not in love with her,” I murmured into my drink. Rhyland stopped with his hand on the doorknob, cocking a brow. “Cut the bullshit. What are you, five?” Another, sterner knock. “Just remember she has ten tons of baggage. Her anxiety issues always stand in her way, and I doubt she can form any sort of serious relationship with anyone, even you.” “What the hell does that mean, even me?” “Even someone who’d accept her exactly as she is—flawed to the core—and won’t ask her to change.” Damn straight. Her flaws were some of her best features.
