“I’ll cast my vote to bring you on as our dredger.” The heat of him coiled around me. “If you tell me that you understand something.” “What is it?” His eyes ran over my face. “I can’t care about anyone else, Fable.” His meaning filled the small bit of space between us, making me feel like the walls were creeping in. Because I knew why he’d said it. It was in the way his eyes dropped to my mouth sometimes when he looked at me. It was in the way his voice deepened just a little when he said my name.