When Richard woke, Jenna was asleep beside his bed, her hand still in his. For the first time, he saw her not as a debtor, but as the only person who'd stayed when everyone else left.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face before pulling back abruptly. His heart was racing — an unfamiliar feeling for a man like him.
When she woke, he said softly, "Thank you."
Jenna smiled faintly. "You'd do the same."
"Don't be so sure," he murmured, but his gaze lingered.
From that day, Richard began treating her differently — small gestures, soft looks, silent concern. But happiness never lasted long in the McDonald mansion.