But Faye insisted, "I need to hear you promise me you'll be very careful and stay safe."
Wyatt Hawthorne gently pinched her cheek. "Afraid I'll die and you'll become a widow?"
But Faye wasn't in the mood to joke. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. "I won't let you die. No one is allowed to hurt you. Not even Liam Linden."
Wyatt Hawthorne's gaze intensified as he stared into her eyes, which couldn't hide her worry and anxiety.
'She's truly afraid I'll die.'
Lately, she had been putting on an act of being nonchalant and carefree, playing a game of push-and-pull with him. But right now, she couldn't hide her true feelings.
Wyatt Hawthorne felt a familiar sense of pleasure he hadn't experienced in a long time. It had been a while since she made him feel this way—that she loved him, so hopelessly in love she couldn't pull herself away.
