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Not only with my heart, but my body and soul. It sounded ridiculous. But since my mind cleared and I knew what I wanted, I would take it.

As soon as the front door closed behind them, I faced Travis. His gaze was already down on me. Waiting, watching, and ready to listen to whatever I had to say.

“A chance,” I said.

His eyes widened. “With me?”

“Yes. But I’m scared, Travis. Scared to hurt, scared to give this a try because if it doesn’t work out, I’ll have myself to blame, but it’ll also be bad for not only us two, but Izzy.”

“It’ll work,” he growled low.

“You want me, after everything? My grudge holding, my temper, my—”

His hands flashed out, wrapped around my waist, and dragged me into him. I placed my palms on his chest. He told me, “I’ll always want you, and pray it’ll be the same for you.”

“I have an inkling I will.”

“Fuck, Lettie.”

“What?”

“You’re here, in my damn arms, taking a chance on me.”

“And you’re taking a chance on me.”

He leaned in, and in the next second, his mouth was on mine. He tasted the same. He felt better, but he tasted the same to me. Like mine.

Against his mouth, I asked, “We won’t be moving too fast if we make love, right?”

“Christ, yes, no…. I don’t know, but I do know I don’t want to ever screw this up.”

“Then take me to your room, Travis Stewart.”

He smirked. “I’d be more than happy to.” He kissed me again and led me down the hall.

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