The Wife Swap
Ashley’s POV
Kennedy cut another piece of steak, the knife scraping softly against the plate. The sound set my teeth on edge, but I forced myself to take another bite of my own food, the metal fork trembling in my hand. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and revulsion, but I couldn’t let him see that. I couldn’t give him any reason to snap.
As I chewed mechanically, Kennedy leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning me with a strange mixture of admiration and something far darker. “You remind me so much of Ashton,” he said, his voice almost wistful. “But better.”
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