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I never thought I’d see the woman I’d loved most of my adult life again. But there she was—Linda.
Her skin was tan, like someone fresh off a beach vacation. Platinum blond hair, cut into a sharp bob. Caramel eyes framed by thick fake lashes. Lips fuller than I remembered. She’d definitely added a few aesthetic upgrades over the years.
She wore a hotel robe, half open, with a short black nightgown peeking through.
Had she put it on for me? Or had Dylan gotten the same welcome?
It felt inappropriate. But not in a way that made me jealous.
She barely cracked the door before throwing herself into my arms. My hands wrapped around her instinctively, like muscle memory.
"My darling… I missed you," she whispered, rising on tiptoes to reach my face with her hands.
She always called
