After a few minutes, Callum breaks the silence. “You should be careful of Rafe. He’s up to something. He and that uncle of his.” “You’ve been warning me off Rafe for years. Honestly, I’m beginning to take offense.” “Right, well. He’s very charming, and I’d hate to see him get his hooks into someone like you.” I raise a brow. “Someone like me?” “Someone sweet and kind and good.” I know those are all compliments, but somehow, they don’t seem that way. They are the same kinds of words one might use to describe one’s sisters. Or the elderly woman living in the flat next door. “I can handle myself,
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