He’d seen her earlier that day at the fundraiser, watching as a particularly entitled donor tried to talk down to one of the younger boys from the group home. Rylee hadn't just corrected the man; she had dismantled his ego with a surgical, polite ferocity that left the room stunned.
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"No," Colton whispered, his eyes dark with the intensity that always seemed to pull her under. "But even if he was, you'd find a way to make him apologize for his wings being too loud. You're the only person I know who isn't afraid of the fire—or me." He’d seen her earlier that day at the
"I'm sure. But he’s also the guy who just donated ten grand to the library," Colton countered, stepping closer. "Most people would have smiled and nodded." "No," Colton whispered, his eyes dark with the
"Is that what you think he was? An angel?" Rylee asked, her breath hitching as he pulled her closer.
"I heard about what happened at the gallery," he said, his voice low. "The guys are still talking about how you handled Miller."