Fake. Nothing about tonight—the way I acted, the way I felt—was fake or forced. “It has nothing to do with our arrangement, Wildflower.” I find myself rounding the kitchen island, closing the space between us. “I care about Lou,” I say, towering over her now. “I care about you. I want you to understand…” I sigh, slowly lifting my hand and tucking a piece of wild hair behind her ear. “Regardless of this arrangement, no matter how long it lasts, I’m gonna be here. For her. For both of you.”
