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What a selfish sleeper she was.
A few strands of her hair escaped her nightcap, and Rhys’s fingers twitched to tuck them back. Instead, he lay on his side, propped himself on his elbow, and watched her sleep.
She looked so innocent.
Her night shift had hiked up, revealing her delectable calves and her feet. Vane wanted to run his fingers up her legs.
Just a touch. But he resisted.
His gaze traveled back up to her sleeping face. Her lips were puffy, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Could it have all turned out differently?
If by some miracle she’d fancied him when they were young, and they’d married then, could they still have been happily married now? Or would their marriage have turned bitter just like his and Abigail’s did? He supposed there was no way to know for sure and no reason to dwell on the past.
But was there a way to make their marriage different now? Rhys closed his eyes and lowered his head to the pillow. Those boyish dreams had not escaped him completely, it seemed. Deep down, he was still a naive young boy, dreaming of love.
But he should know better. Isabel did not love him, just like Abigail never did. And loving someone invited pain, misery, and regret. Rhys knew himself all too well. He could not let emotion into his heart. He could not go through heartbreak again.
He had Millie to love, and that should be enough. Because the last time he’d experienced heartbreak, he had neglected the only person that mattered, and he could not let that happen again.
