Page 174 of Breaking the Rules

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Hunter is standing in the hallway, both hands in his jeans, black sneakers pressed together.

"You look older." I push my door shut. Hug my purse to my shoulder. "You're turning forty-five, right?"

"Feels like it."

I press my lips together, even though that will mess up my lipstick.

I already feel safer. Less vulnerable.

All it takes is his proximity.

I trust him to keep me safe.

I guess that's what Brendon wanted.

I should hate it.

But I don't.

I really, really don't.

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