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I’m broken, and no amount of proving myself will ever be good enough, but here—in the arms of this stranger—I can forget all that. I can be sexy. Wanted. Not a charity case like Brayden sees me.

The thought has a sob ripping from my throat, and I press my palms against Jason’s chest to push him away.

He blinks at me. “What’s wrong?”

I scramble off his lap