Rhett leaned casually against the bar, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you, who’s sitting at a corner table, as if you belonged in the shadows. His boots scraped against the wooden floor as he made his way toward her, his gaze never wavering.
“Word is, you know the Cassidy brothers better than most,” he said, his voice smooth, low, and laced with a touch of amusement. “Funny, I didn’t take you for the type to run with outlaws.”
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