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Lost in his kiss, I whimper when he pulls away, eyeing me curiously. \u201cYou didn\u2019t have children together. Is it because you didn\u2019t want kids with him, or you don\u2019t want them at all?\u201d Sliding my fingers through his hair, I smile. \u201cWhen the time is right, I\u2019d love to have children.\u201d Lifting my hand to his lips, he kisses each knuckle softly.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe too.\u201d \u201cLet me shutdown my laptop and I\u2019ll cook us dinner.\u201d I try to shift off his lap, but he grips my hips, holding me in place. \u201cWe\u2019ve both had a long day. I\u2019ll order food. What are you in the mood for?\u201d He places a wet kiss on my neck, and I shiver. Helpless against his touch, my hips rock against him.<\/p>\n

\u201cOrder whatever you want. I\u2019m not picky.\u201d I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me this morning, but I can\u2019t get enough of him. He lifts his hips, grinding his hard length against my throbbing pussy. He fists my hair, pulling my lips to his. We both groan as he plunges his tongue inside my mouth, tasting my desire. As I unbutton his shirt, he pulls away, leaving me panting. \u201cGo do what you need to do while I order food. I want everything out of the way so I can keep you in bed all night.\u201d<\/p>\n

Swallowing thickly, I nod. Lifting myself off his lap, I head towards my desk, glancing out the window. A black SUV sits across the street and my skin prickles. It was there this morning when I arrived home, and a few hours later when I ate lunch, but I didn\u2019t give it a second thought. Until now. The house across the street is on the market, so I see vehicles there from time to time.<\/p>\n

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Cover Image: Adobe Stock Cover Design: Canva Pro Printed in the United States of America OceanofPDF.com After your heart was broken, you never lost hope. OceanofPDF.com Contents Title Page Copyright Epigraph Blurb What You Need To Know Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Epilogue Acknowledgements Books By This Author About The Author OceanofPDF.com Blurb Formerly married to a cruel narcissist, I’ve been content in my solitary existence the past two years.<\/p>\n

At least, that’s what I tell myself. Until I lock eyes with him. He’s gorgeous, confident, and covered in ink. Suddenly, I don’t want to be alone anymore. It begins like a script for a spicy romance novel, a second chance at finding love. But the past comes back with a vengeance, and ours collide in a way we never could’ve imagined. OceanofPDF.com What You Need To Know Please visit the link or scan the QR code below for a full list of tropes and trigger warnings. linktr.ee\/jscannon OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com Chapter One Brooke Coffee is the most important part of my day.<\/p>\n

Actually, that should be a blanket statement for every living person. I\u2019m a book editor, and working from home is a good fit for me, especially since I\u2019ve turned into a hermit. After leaving a toxic marriage, I choose to spend my time alone, in my house. Most days, answering work emails, and phone calls from the office are the highlights of my social life.<\/p>\n

Kind of pathetic, I know. Spending so much time by myself probably isn\u2019t healthy, but at this point, I don\u2019t give a shit. Every morning, I make my way to The Grind for my unrelenting caffeine fix. I could make coffee at home, but the drive gets me out of the house for a bit.<\/p>\n

Grabbing my purse and keys, I lock the door behind me as I head to my car. The long stretch of road ahead of me is a nice distraction. It\u2019s a gorgeous day, the sun shining brightly, the grass in the fields sparkling with morning dew. Horses and cattle come into view, and I grin, always loving animals more than humans. I may be a bit bitter, but I can\u2019t deny how beautiful my little town is. At twenty-eight years old, life isn\u2019t what I expected it to be.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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