“Sydney.” Ranger stopped me and framed my face, holding my focus on him. “They can’t accuse you of faking a marriage if there’s proof that it’s real.” My movements stilled and my gaze lifted to Ranger’s. His eyes were so clear—just like everything else about him. Nothing false. Nothing murky. Nothing uncertain. But he couldn’t be saying what I thought he was. “Ranger…” My brows pulled together, watching as he reached for my hand. He gently massaged my swollen finger, heat coiling tight in my stomach as he eased the ring back into its resting spot. His gaze rose to mine, his solution written
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