He reached out and weaved his fingers between hers. She stopped talking and looked down at their joined hands and then back up at his face.

“Chloe,” he said, his voice rough, “you look beautiful.”

With his free hand, he reached up and tucked her red hair behind her ear before gently cupping her face. She was lovely, every part of her, and the more time he spent with her the more he saw of that pure heart and genuine kindness. Women would hate her tonight for how she ...