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Jena squealed when she walked into the kitchen and spotted Matt She ran in her stripper shoes and threw herself into his arms

“You didn’t get shot,” she told him “I’m so proud”

Matt grinned at his crazy wife, picked her up until she’d wrapped her legs around his waist and left the room with her

Lake wandered through the house until he found Kirsty in the grand roo alone, and dejected, in thevenue To his shame, Lake hadn’t seen any of the plans for their cere it for the first tied the creaold wallpaper The bay ere shattered Tattered purple material was strewn about the floor There was snow andthe chairs was torn and filthy, and some of the chairs were broken

“This is a sign,” Kirsty said, letting hi line of signs” She turned to hianised this wedding We shouldn’t be getting married at all”

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To hell with that

Lake closed the distance between the strides He wrapped his arms around his woman and his mouth covered hers She was alive She was fine She was his Lake kissed her for every minute they’d been apart these past few months He kissed her for every second he’d feared he would never see her again He kissed her with everything he had, body,her know, by touch, by taste, that he was hers Always hers

With a low moan in the back of her throat, Kirsty wrapped her arht Their kiss was brutal Tongues, lips, teeth clashing in a desperate tango of need Lake sed each sound she made with pride

He backed her through the debris until she was pressed against the inner wall Snoirled through the destroyed s behind him The temperature of the air plummeted with each minute the room was exposed to the elements Lake didn’t care about any of it He was on fire for the woman he loved

“I need you,” he said against her lips “Now”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore”

Her words were an arrow to his heart “Daft wooes wild”

“Not five minutes, three months Three months of you absent in every way except bodily”

The pain in her eyes said everything she didn’t put into words He’d hurt her Neglected her Let so else becoged on her hair to arch her neck, nuzzling in the curve of her throat, breathing her scent and revelling in it