Chapter Three
Dani
Looking up into Wade’s familiar espresso gaze, tears stung my eyes, and I worried I might burst out crying. I managed a shallow breath and swallowed, a wobbly effort to get my emotions under control.
“Dani,” Wade said, the tender rasp in his voice nearly undoing me.
I couldn’t figure out how we had gotten to this point. I had been doing so well, so spectacularly well, at avoiding this. He lifted a hand, his thumb brushing across my cheek. I hadn’t even realized a tear had fallen.
His forehead fell to mine as he murmured, “I don’t know what it is, but I’m sorry.”
His lips brushed across mine—once, twice, three times. When he straightened and raised his head, the urge to lean up and kiss him again was almost overpowering. I managed to keep myself in check, but just b
