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Daniel found it impossible to distinguish one day from the next as his planned wedding date moved closer and closer. Emma was in a flurry over pre-nuptial arrangements, and she rarely had any time to spend with him. His mother had made the journey from Mountain Grove for the occasion, and she spent every waking second with her granddaughter, smothering her with all the affection she had horded since Daniel moved away from the Grove. He was left alone, more often than not, with his thoughts. And he could think of only one person.
When she arrived on his doorstep, Daniel’s initial response was a sharp pang of guilt—his constant obsession with her had finally summoned her from her work. Then he felt relief. Then he felt desire so swift and sudden it winded him.
“What is this?” Caro
