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WHEN HIS ALARM blared before dawn, Jake was still in the throes of a marvelous dream of Elena that he never wanted to end. He reached out to stroke her back.
All he met with was an empty spot on his hotel bed. Realizing she wasn’t there, he punched the pillow beside him and slapped the alarm.
The day of the storm, they’d had such an extraordinary time. Though he hadn’t been expecting her to fall into bed with him, he’d been thrilled. Their connection had been absolutely sensational. Never before had he experienced that level of physical or emotional intimacy.
Stefan had said something to him about his relationship with Penelope that Jake recalled now. You might not know when it’s wrong, but you sure know when it’s right.
Jake stretched in bed as he thought of this. That’s exactly h
