Marksman POV

His fingers tightened on her hips, and he pulled her closer. She came willingly, turning her face up to his and smiling at him without hesitation. Her blue eyes searched for him and he could do nothing except let her see everything he was feeling at that moment. He hoped like hell that she could understand his complicated emotions because he sure as hell didn’t. As much as he had always admired Mia, he’d never wanted to get into bed with

Despite the years, she’d always been that seven-year-old kid he’d seen singing to herself. He could still see that little girl in her, from the sprinkle of...