Graciela’s POV
I stared down at Archer as he bit down on his lip, obviously not wanting to answer my question. I really didn’t understand him, I wasn’t his problem, had never been someone he felt like he had to take care of so why was he now so adamant that he needed to look after me.
‘I . . ‘ I watched silently as he stopped abruptly, swallowing before trying again, ‘I . . don’t know’ he finally whispered, dropping his head in resignation. ‘I don’t know why I need to take care of you but I do, please Gracie, just let me do this.’
I warred with myself as he peeked up at me, desperation in his gaze, his hair falling in his eyes giving him a little boy lost look that tugged at me. God, why does he have to be so damn good looking, it’s hard enough being around him but how can I think clear
