“Silly girl,” Eric muttered, his voice tinged with an odd fondness. Then, as if something primal overtook him, he seized her by the waist and pulled her flush against him.
Hadley stood frozen, lips slightly parted, the ghost of the bitter medicine still clinging to her breath.
“Hadley.”
The way he spoke her name was slow, deliberate, each syllable curling over his tongue with an unsettling certainty.
In a voice as calm as still waters yet as immovable as stone, Eric declared, “You and Denver do not belong together. Tomorrow, you will tell Grandma that you are not interested in him. Understood?”
The words slammed into Hadley. Her heart pounded, a wild rhythm drumming against her ribs.
It was only then that Hadley realized she had been leaning into his chest. A startled jolt ran through her, and she pulled away as if burned. She stumbled back, putting as much distance as she could between them.
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