“Why are you here, Mr. Larsen? You were perfectly happy to walk away when I asked you to stay.” “If you think I was anything close to happy these past six weeks,” he said grimly, “You couldn’t be more wrong.” “You were happy enough to stay away for that long.” I tried and failed to hide the note of hurt in my voice. Rhys’s face softened a smidge. “Trust me, princess. If I had a choice, I would’ve been back far sooner than that.” The velvety tips of butterfly wings brushed my heart. Stop it. Stay strong. “Which brings me back to my question,” I said. “Why are you here?” A muscle jumped in his
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