Chapter 16

Effie's heart skipped a beat, racing faster than she could control.

"Nervous? Give me your hand," Lyman said, noticing the flush in her cheeks and her quickening breath.

"What?" Effie hesitated, caught off guard.

She could feel Lyman's presence-solid, warm, and unmistakably masculine-so close that it left her breathless.

"Your hand. Come on."

Almost without thinking, Effie offered her hand. Lyman reached out and took it in his, his grip firm yet gentle. The warmth of his palm seeped into hers, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against her skin, sending a tingling sensation up her

arm.

Her pulse only quickened, a rosy blush blooming across her face and even creeping to her ears.

what are you doing?" she stammered, trying to pull her hand back,

little, his gaze steady and intent, lips curling into a faint smile. "Don't move. I have

he reached into his pocket and placed a small piece of

glancing down

sincere and almost

were earnest, and for a moment, Effie felt the warmth from his hand travel straight

never even occurred to her to wonder why someone like Lyman would

curled her fingers around the

inside, arms full of gifts. In the living room, an elderly woman with kind eyes sat on the couch, watching

"Good evening, ma'am. I'm

handsome, and carried himself with a

the one Effie mentioned?" she asked, still a little skeptical. He was impossibly perfect, but was

for a long time. Before, she was with someone else, so I only wished her

to the chest. She snuck a look at

better, she might have

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