For a second, I had this crazy thought that maybe he harbored this great, agonizing love for me, the same way Row had been secretly in love with Cal. But Rhyland’s mouth twisted into a sour smile. “Oh, sweetheart.” He shook his head as if I were a lost cause. “Nothing wholesome and sweet like that. I wanted to fuck you is all. I want to fuck most things that move. I’m no Prince Charming. The only scenario in which I’d have a redeeming bone in my body is if I got in a car accident and my body melted into someone else’s.”
