Chapter 908 Passing Him the Ball Now and Then, Just to Steal Another Glance

• Cayden Moore lifted his eyes, cool and detached. He let them rest on Rory for barely a second before shifting to Avery Rumpley, pressing her hand to his cheek.
• “No one in this world could ever be like your cousin-in-law. In my heart, she’s one of a kind. No other woman even qualifies as a stand-in.” He rarely spoke that much. Avery heard it, and the warmth sank deep.
• At first, when she met Rory, she’d felt a slight resemblance and, naturally, a stab of dislike. She couldn’t admire Axel Burke’s taste at all.