He looked at me carefully.
“Only if you want me to.”
My cheeks warmed.
“I spent months believing no decent man could ever look at me the way you pretended to today.”
Clark smiled.
“What?”
“I wasn’t pretending nearly as much as you think.”
For a moment, I could only stare at him.
He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking much less like a polished actor.
I glanced toward the gate where Jordan had disappeared.
One man had spent years convincing me I no longer mattered.
The other had spent one afternoon proving I still did.
I smiled.
Clark offered me his arm with an exaggerated flourish.
Laughing, I linked mine through it.
For the first time in a very long while, my happiness wasn’t an act anymore.
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