Fated to Four Brothers
I urged, shoving her forward gently.
But in my haste, I tripped over a stray watering can, stumbling forward once again—straight into Gideon’s arms.
His hands steadied me, his grip firm and warm. “You really need to work on your coordination,” he said, his tone laced with amusement.
“I’m fine,” I muttered, pulling away and wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
Mabel, meanwhile, looked like she wanted to disappear. “I should… probably go… somewhere,” she said, retreating before I could stop her.
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