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“I’m going against my father for you,” he said.
“And you want me to show my gratitude by
sleeping with you?” She asked without facing him.
“No! You’re attracted to me as much as I am to
you, Jessica.”
“I divorced Tom because I…it doesn’t mean I want
you.”
She turned around, leveling her gaze on Jason.
“This house is large enough for us to never have to see each other. You can
come and go as you please with anyone you choose. All I ask, in regard to Jake,
is a little discretion.”
“Oh, so I can fuck anyone and everyone else
except the one woman I desire. Is that it?”
Jess flinched at the venom in his voice.
“You make it sound as if I want to be here.
Yesterday, we both uttered vows that neither of us believed in because we
married for all the wrong reasons. Your father forced this situation on us.
Neither one of us has the right to demand fidelity of the other.”
She swung back toward the window, swiping at the
sudden tears falling down her cheeks. She wanted this over before she lost her
heart completely.
“Perhaps at a certain moment, the line between
us became blurred. It’s not anymore.”
Jess jumped, whirling around, as the kitchen
door thundered shut.
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Jason watched her stir next to him, her skin radiant in the moonlight filtering through the bedroom window. If anyone told him a week ago, he’d be married, have a son, and be totally enamored by his wife, he would’ve laughed. He would’ve placed a bet on it, in fact, because the chance would’ve been nil to none. But he’d not counted on meeting Jessica Addison.
His eyes followed the graceful incline of her
thighs to the exposed smooth curve of hip that narrowed fluidly and dipped to a
slender and taut waistline.
The dark blue satin sheet was draped seductively
across the flawless flesh of her stomach, and he drew deeply as his gaze swept
her partially covered breasts. He wanted her again, to hear her sob with
pleasure and feel her tremble against him. To know she wanted him as much as he
wanted her.
He steeled himself against the overwhelming
desire to touch her and kiss her parted lips.
His father was behind Tom’s death. He was tying
up loose ends, reminding him he could get to Jessica whenever and wherever he
wanted. His marriage to her had indeed prompted the desired effect. It’d forced
his father’s hand, yet he wasn’t wholly prepared for the consequences.
Then, there was Detective Inspector Drew Mahon’s
dogged determination to see him behind bars for literally just being his
father’s son.
Jason reached to brush away the silky errant
strand covering Jess’ face. Her eyes opened directly into his.
“You’re here. I was afraid I’d dreamed this.”
He dipped his head and brushed his lips lightly
across hers. “It was no dream. I’m here.”
She touched a finger to his brow and smoothed
the skin there. “What’s the matter?”
His fingers gently skimmed the smooth contour of
a partially exposed breast. “There’s something I need to tell you, Jessica,
about me. About my father.”
“Can’t it wait?”
“No.”
She shook her head, placing her fingers against
his lips. “Give me this night for us. Please.” She smiled sadly. “Let me hate
you tomorrow if I must.”
“I want you to know it was never my intention to
hurt you, Jessica.”
“I know,” she whispered. Her eyes shone bright
with her tears. “But you’re going to do it anyway and destroy us when we’ve
only just begun. I thought tonight meant something to you.”
“It does. You know it does.”
Jess turned from him. “Couldn’t you have grown a
conscience before we had sex?”
He gently drew her back to face him. “We didn’t
have sex. We made love.”
“Is there a difference then?”
“Yes,” he said, pushing a knee gently between
hers. “Someday, I’ll show you the difference.”
He kissed her and pulled her close as he felt
her fear and tasted her tears. “I’ll move heaven and earth to make it right
again between us.”
“And if you can’t?”
“I just want you to give me the chance, Jessica.
Promise me.” She nodded. “No. Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
“I promise,” she said, parting her thighs and
welcoming him into the moist warmth of her body with the fierceness of his own
possession. “Whatever it is, make me understand,” she whispered. “Make me
listen.”
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Chapter One
Manchester, England
Friday, February 26
Jessica Addison looked out the first-class compartment window onto the monotonous streak of black tunnel wall flashing by, pleased she hadn’t been stuck with unwanted company for the entire two and a half hour of her train journey. In less than fifteen minutes she would reach her destination. There was no turning back. It was foolish to feel this way, but she was more than a little nervous about attending her high school reunion. She tugged her coat tighter about her body and crossed her legs at the knees.
What would her old-classmates think of her now? How long had it been since she last saw any of them—fourteen, maybe fifteen years? She released a silent breath. They weren’t her friends. None of them had ever been her friends. She didn’t have friends.
Her eyes focused on her reflection in the tinted window. Except for the barest touch of lip gloss she wore no further make-up. The insecure, spotty schoolgirl with large owl-like glasses was gone and in her place was a woman who’d grown in confidence these last few years. A woman who believed in herself far more than she’d ever done before.
She tightened her fists until her nails dug into the soft flesh of her palms. Despite her newfound strength one thing hadn’t changed, her fear of dark enclosed spaces. She closed her eyes and wished the tunnel would hurry and come to an end.
For most of her life she’d been afraid. Afraid to live, afraid to love…afraid to give her heart and she knew who was to blame for that. Her mother. Her ex-husband, Tom, on the other hand, had thought the explanation a little less complicated. She was simply incapable of loving herself or anybody else, he’d said. Isn’t that why their marriage had failed?
Tom loved her. That’d been evident in his every look and touch, yet the more Tom had wanted her the more she couldn’t help but despise him for it.
Jess grimaced. Marriage to Tom had been neither her desire nor her decision. He’d simply entered her life when she’d been vulnerable and her own happiness had meant nothing. But she’d never imagined she would be the one to hurt him.
She’d tried to make their relationship work and for six years Tom had been enough. But she couldn’t prevent the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘what could’ve been’ from rising up between them. Or stop the pervasive mist of regret from chilling her heart.
It shocked her that she could still remember her first lover. Still hear his voice whispering to her in the darkness, still feel his weight crushing her as she became a woman in his arms. If only she could go back in time and relive that moment. To have the confidence to believe his words and the courage to say yes to all he’d offered. She shouldn’t have runaway.
The train slowed, its wheels screeching and grinding softly along the track. Jess clasped her hands firmly together on her lap. It was absurd. She hadn’t even remembered his name, but one night, so many nights ago, he’d taken a part of her that Tom could never make whole.
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