“Unworthy.” “Excuse me?” “I am unworthy of you,” he stated roughly. “You are a dream.” My fingers fell away from the neckline as I looked over at him. Casteel’s arms had fallen to his sides as his gaze swept over me. His chest rose sharply. “Your hair. That gown.” His eyes heated. “You are so beautiful, Poppy.” “Thank you.” I felt my throat warm as my heart swelled. “And you are worthy.”
