Sarah's POV
I stared at Reagan, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throat. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. No one—no man—had ever said something like that to me before. His reason for helping Nancy wasn't about favors or debts or power. It was… me.
He did confess his feelings for me a while back, but I didn't realize how strong it was, or how desperate he was.
For as long as I can remember, my eyes have only been on Nick. Ever since our parents introduced us, he was the center of my world. I built my dreams around him, convinced that someday, if I tried hard enough, he'd look at me the same way I looked at him.
I'd even slept with other men in moments of frustration, hoping to numb the ache of waiting for him. But my heart never strayed. It always circled back to Nick.
