Chapter 68

Chapter 68:

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Margaret’s “nutritious dinners” certainly hadn’t helped. If anything, each meal only left him more restless, his self-control stretched to its limit. He had waited what felt like forever, and tonight was finally his.

He ran through every scrap of advice he’d ever read, a rush of confidence rising in his chest. After tonight, he told himself, there would be no more calculating, no more chasing. Cathryn would come to him on her own.

A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips.

The click of the door echoed in the quiet room.

Cathryn slipped inside, her pajamas hanging loose, her steps heavy—as if she wished she could rewind time and postpone the night entirely.