Cole ArcherFrom the moment Damien put me in charge of guarding his wife, Olivia Callahan, I’d lived by three rules.One was: never sit at her table; two was: Never call her by her first name and three, the most important one was: never ever want her. I’d kept the first two rules every single day, but the third…the third never stood a chance. I’d broken it so many times I’d stopped counting.I had always stood three steps behind her, close enough to take a bullet for her and far enough that she’d never see how I looked at her. Now she was sliding her husband’s drink towards me and beckoning me to sit. “Please, Cole.” Her voice cracked on my name. “I don’t want to sit here alone.”Eight years, and Olivia Callahan had never once said please to me. Now she was looking up at me with her mascara smudged, like I was the last thing in the world she had left.How the hell was I supposed to say no to that?God help me, I sat.She slapped Damien’s black card on the table, and ordered several
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