“Let me,” I blurt. That sharp brow of hers arches. “Let you what?” “Help you.” “How?” “Let me marry you.” She physically recoils. “What the fuck, Wyatt?” “For the insurance.” I lean in, sliding a hand up her toned thigh. My heart races. “Listen, Trouble, I don’t want you hurt. Think of Stede. Of Dakota.”
NO WAY!!!!!!!
