The Drifter
I swore I’d never fall for a Dane.
I’m the woman behind the desk at The Palmetto Rose. I’ve watched all of them fall, one by one—and I checked in most of the women who fell with them. I know how the story ends. I know what loving one of those men costs.
I wanted no part of it.
Then, he walked into my lobby with nothing but a canvas bag.
Clint Dane. A brother nobody ever mentioned. He didn’t want a favor. He looked at me across that counter and asked the one thing no one ever had:
What would you be doing, if you weren’t standing there?
He’s a drifter. He’s spent his whole life leaving.
I’ve spent mine afraid to go.
He doesn’t charm. He doesn’t chase. He just sees me—all the way down to the parts I’ve hidden behind a polite smile my whole life.
I swore I’d never fall for a Dane.
He didn’t ask me to. He just waited until I did.
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