In the last installment of Summer Seduction
In the first installment of Summer Seduction
The kitchen felt heavier than usual the next morning. Jeremy was already seated at the table when I came downstairs, nursing a cup of coffee instead of his usual cereal.
He didn’t greet me right away. He just watched me as I moved to the counter, the silence stretching long enough to make my skin prickle.
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