He looked over, puzzled.

“It wasn’t?”

“The important part wasn’t that I saw your foot move,” I said.

“It was that you decided to try again, with everything in that house stacked against you.”

He went quiet at that.

There was never anything between us out of a fairy tale — no wealthy man rescuing an abandoned woman, no rescued woman living in a great man’s shadow.

I did not need saving, and Garrett did not need someone to disappear into him.