Turning in Tyler’s arms, I look up at him and search his handsome face for clues. “What’s the catch, Ty?” His brows pinch together and I swear he looks as though he might cry. It slices my heart right open. I barely know Tyler, but I feel close to him. Two souls who need the other in some way. He reaches up and gently brushes my hair from my face. “You’re the catch, sweetheart.”
