Wynter’s POV
I see the pain as it races across Connor’s face, the devastation, and it breaks me, but I know what I am saying is true, I can’t go back, not to the way it was.
‘Wynter . . ‘ he croaks hoarsely, ‘don’t do this . . don’t leave! I . . . I love you.’
His words are like a gut punch, because I so desperately want to hear them, ‘I love you too’ I whisper as I blink back tears.
‘But?’ Connor prompts, already aware that it’s there, just waiting for me to say it.
I swallow thickly, before forcing the words from my lips, ‘I love you and I love Grace, but, can’t come home with you.’
I meet his piercing green eyes, as he looks at me brokenly, knowing that what I’m saying is right, ‘I can’t return to being your nanny and living in your house. I got caught up in you, in how you made m
