the wedding, a just-in-case that had become her sanctuary. Boxes were still stacked in corners, but the main living area, with its vast w

ound her from behind. She gasped, then relaxed into the fa

ice husky. "It's been forty-eight hours an

ed her. He was attentive, passionate, everything Ethan was not. He kissed her then, a deep,

al of her to Tiffany: "She's a prude... like touching a block of ice." He had even explicitly told her, during one of her desperate attempts to underst

e. For a few dark days, despair had been a heavy cloak. She' d even c

just a place to forget. Liam Walker, the bartender, had been a surprise. He hadn't just served her drinks; he'd listened. He' d seen the pain behind her carefully construc

e, had led to her pregnancy. It was complicated, messy, but the chi

just Savvy, a woman he was falling for. He was devoted, sometimes a little clingy, b

, tracing patterns on her back, her phone buzzed on th

clenched. He