Chapter Twenty
Natalie
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at my cell clutched in my hand. Jordan had called, and I had hung up on him as though our night together meant nothing.
I told myself it was because of the phone call I waited for, not out of guilt. Had I known it was Jordan calling rather than the lawyer I expected, I never would have answered.
Throat tight, I pulled up the picture of him sleeping, memories crashing over me—his gentle touch, the first swipe of his lips across mine, the way he had filled me completely, rocking into my body, rocking my entire world off its foundation.
Warmth sprang to life between my thighs, and I swallowed against tears, once more telling myself I would not become bitter toward my sister.
“Where the hell did you get that picture?”
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