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The sun was almost touching the distant horizon by the time Mitch finally managed to force his bleary eyes open. For one heart-stopping moment, he thought it had all been just another exquisite dream…
But then he felt Gwen stir beside him, and murmur something in her sleep. His heavy sigh of relief stirred the fine hair on her forehead as he tenderly drew her closer, and cradled her slender body in his arms.
How was it possible that only this woman could totally rock his world?
He’d spent seven long years hating her. Or trying to. But in the end, the only things he’d spent were the dregs of his own misdirected anger and grief. Now he felt drained, and curiously empty except for one last emotion, the most important one of all.
“Gwen?” He whispered her name so softly, even he barely
