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Looking at her last text, Taeja snickered. She’d always planned on taking her implant out as soon as she graduated, so Liyah wasn’t half as risky as she was. But with the way Damon came in her regularly, they might have well had been working on their first child already.

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She cleared her throat,tapping her fingers on her thighs and looking away from him. She felt his eyes on her, recommitting all her features to memory.

As was expected of a man who hadn’t seen his wife in nine years.

“Cass,” Jerry breathed, and she tensed, forcing herself to look at him. He looked much different from what she remembered. He’d aged a lot, but beneath it all, he was still the Jerry Marley she fell in love with… or so she hoped.

“Yes?” she asked, her voice weak. She cleared her throat, straightened her shoulders, and said firmly, “Yes?”

He smiled. “It is really good to see you.”

“You’ve been telling me that since you got here an hour ago,” Cassedi replied, wondering if she made a mistake by extending a welcome to her house.

She pushed away the silly thought. Jerry hadn’t been to Jamaica in years, and he wasn’t familiar with St. Ann. She rather him stay with her than at a hotel in an environment he didn’t know.

“You are not giving me the chance to say anything else,” Jerry said.

She sighed and stood. Jerry quickly got to his feet and walked toward her. She inhaled a sharp breath as his cologne drifted into her nostrils. It was his signature scent for as long as she’d known him.

“Do you still like it?” Jerry whispered.

She gulped and dragged her eyes up to his. Her knees weakened as he trapped her in his gaze. “N-no.”

Jerry chuckled, taking a step closer to her. Cassedi stepped backward, and he grabbed her waist to pull her closer. She knew she should’ve yanked free while yelling that he should never touch her again, but she didn’t have the willpower.

“You know you can never lie to me, Cassedi.”

“Stop,” she demanded, her voice not near as strong as she expected it to be.

“Do you really want that?” Jerry asked, and she looked away. “Look at me, Cass.”

She dragged her eyes back to his, hating how that icy stare still made her weak. What happened to all the hate she convinced herself she felt over the years? This man must have cast a spell on her that refused to be broken.

Jerry’s face inched closer as he whispered, “Tell me to let you go, and I will.”

Her breaths shortened. Her eyes flickered to his lips, then eyes. “Don’t let me go,” Cassedi breathed.

Jerry closed the distance to kiss her hard. Like a man starved.

Cassedi’s entire body tingled. She was an old spark reignited into a flame by her estranged husband.

Jerry lifted her into his hold, and Cassedi locked her legs around his waist. He pulled away to kiss her neck. “Where is your bedroom?”

“First door.”

He took brisk steps into the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and kissed her neck while his hands roamed her body.

Cassedi’s breathy moans filled the air. “We can’t do this again—”

Jerry silenced her with a kiss. “Tell me how you feel tomorrow.”

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