“You already hate me.” “Yes, I do.” I’d never hated him. Not even in the beginning. Not really. But hate was the safer word to use. Even if we both knew it meant something else. He leaned in close, his mouth brushing across my forehead. “Don’t forget.” “Never.” My chin wobbled, tears filling my eyes. Ransom caught them with his thumbs. “I don’t regret it. Not a moment.” “Neither do I.”
