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Usually, I was much more likely to check the fire danger level than the actual forecast every day.

“But the weather will be good for the wedding, right?” I asked nervously. “It is being held outdoors.”

He chuckled. “Now you’re starting to sound British. Don’t worry. I’m sure Mum has a backup plan in case it rains, but it’s usually quite nice this time of year. Longer days, warmer weather.”

“I’ve checked out the average temperatures there,” I said. “It would be ungodly hot for an outdoor wedding here, but I think your summer temperatures are perfect.”

“You’ll love it,” he assured me. “Hollingsworth has always been magical in the late spring and summer. Mum has a very colorful English garden, and there’s a small lake on the property. It’s the perfect venue for a wedding.”

The slight melancholy note in his voice made my heart ache.

“Then it’s a good thing I’ll have you there to show me around Hollingsworth,” I said firmly.

Dylan could act as nonchalantly as he wanted about going to the wedding.

I knew better.

This was a man who was missing his family and downhearted about possibly not attending one of the most important events in his twin brother’s life.

It took everything I had not to reach out and wrap my arms around him and share his space.

Don’t do it. You were the one who backed off from getting too physical with Dylan.

If I got too close, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop touching him.

I craved his touch, the feel of his body, and the obvious affection he had for me.

I knew this wasn’t a relationship that could ever go anywhere. As close as we’d become, he was still Lord Dylan Lancaster, British billionaire, and I was still Kylie Hart, an American who knew nothing about the sort of life he led.

We’d been drawn together by sharing similar experiences, but our lives were nothing alike.

When I’d told him that I didn’t want either one of us to get hurt, I hadn’t been talking about him.

I’d been referring to myself.

Dylan wasn’t the kind of fling I’d be able to get over easily or walk away from without some kind of heartbreak.

We hadn’t met and fallen madly in love like Damian and Nic.

We’d bonded through tragedy, and we’d become friends who just happened to share a physical attraction, too.

Maybe Dylan just felt like he needed me right now because I’d been there to listen and understand what he was going through.

I wasn’t naïve enough to think he’d be attracted to me forever.

No guy ever had.

I’d managed to live through Kevin’s dwindling interest, and after that, I’d generally bailed out of a relationship as soon as I saw the disinterest coming.

Okay, so Dylan wasn’t showing any kind of indifference…yet, but I was going to be ready when that happened and guard my heart as much as possible.

It was much safer that way.

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