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As I look at Eden’s sweet face, I’m seized with the urge to wrap her up and take her with me everywhere. Carry her around so I can always protect her.
It’s the craziest feeling. I’ve always felt protective of Eden—probably excessively so, considering she’s not mine to protect. But this.
It’s not just desire. It’s need.
And it’s all-encompassing.
I’ve never been a romantic guy. But this… It feels like my heart cracked wide open and Eden walked right inside.
My pulse thunders so hard I’m surprised she can’t hear it.
Carefully, not wanting to give my feelings away, I reply, “No. It’s not weird. I think it’s a great idea.”
“You do?” The embarrassed pink turns to that of pleasure. “I always thought it would be funny. The T-shirt part at least. Or if people didn’t want to wear shirts, we could do hats. Although I don’t really look good in them.”
“What do you mean you don’t look good in hats?” I lightly tug at a curl and release it. “I have a hard time believing that.”
“It’s true.” Eden pats her hair. “First, my hair curls all weird around it. And then when I take the hat off, the top part of my hair is all flat and frizzy. It looks terrible.”
“I bet you look cute.”
Eden pinks up again. “I don’t. Trust me.”
Before I can stop myself, I say, “Well, once this is over, we’ll have to find a place to play trivia. And we’ll have some hats and T-shirts made. Then I’ll decide if you look weird or cute.”
Her brows arch up. “Would you want to? Stay in Portland for a little while? After?”
I know I should say no. I should say I have to get back to Texas as soon as Eden’s situation—case—is resolved. I should stop torturing myself with wishes that can’t come true and of princesses who deserve white knights and not broken men, like me.
But I can’t tell her no.
I don’t want to.
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