Serena’s PovThe café noise faded into nothing as Nate stared at me. His hand was still holding mine under the table, warm and steady, but I felt him tense. Diana’s words hung between us, mom and his dad. A fling. Me, maybe a Calloway by blood. I wanted to laugh or cry or run, but all I could do was squeeze Nate’s fingers harder and wait for him to say something.“Nate,” I whispered. My voice sounded small, like it belonged to the scared girl who used to hide medical bills from her dad. “Please. Tell me this doesn’t change how you feel. We were just starting to make this real.”He blinked, then pulled me closer right there in the booth, his arm wrapping around my shoulders. “It doesn’t,” he said, rough and quick. “Not the way you think. You’re still you, Serena. Still the one who saved me. Still the woman I’m falling for.”Diana leaned back, sipping her coffee like she was watching a show. “How noble. But blood is blood, Nate. The will executor will love this twist. Your mother’s cla
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