Adelyn was about to ask, but then she shook her head.
What was she even thinking?
None of this was real.
How could any of it possibly be true?
He was probably just humoring her —trying his best to make everything feel real.
After all, during the time she had known Dylan Warren, she had come to understand one thing about him.
Not only was the man god-forsakenly handsome, but he also carried a deeply rooted sense of responsibility.
After what had happened between them, this was probably his way of fulfilling that responsibility.
Thinking of it that way, everything suddenly made sense and gradually steadied her heart.
Yet ...
When she looked at how gently he was treating her wound, she still couldn't stop the warmth blooming inside her.
Everything around her seemed to fade into silence.
For a long moment, all she could hear was the steady beat of her own heart —not frantic, but loud enough for her to notice.
