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I nod stiffly and turn to flee, but Liam’s voice stops me.
“Emma.”
I look back, bracing myself. But his expression is soft. “Don’t worry, by tomorrow, someone will have done something more embarrassing… probably Theo.”
“Hey!” Theo protests, but he’s grinning, dimples appearing in his cheeks.
I manage a weak smile and nod before hurrying back to my cottage, purple evidence clutched tightly in my hand. Behind me, I hear Theo’s laughter finally break free, followed by what sounds like a smack and an “ow!” that suggests Liam might have punched his arm.
Back in my cottage, I shut the door and lean against it, closing my eyes and taking several deep breaths.
So much for not attracting attention.
On my first day atHarvest Home Farm, I’ve managed to:
Have my sex toy stolen by a goat.
Create a spectacle in front of the entire staff.
Have said sex toy handled by the very large (very sexy) alpha who lives next door.
“Great job, Emma,” I mutter. “Really nailing the whole ‘forgettable seasonal employee’ thing.”
I open my eyes and look down at the slobbery dildo in my hand, covered in goat teeth marks.
Then I start to laugh, quietly at first, then louder, until tears stream down my face. Because really, what else can I do?
So much for staying invisible.
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Inbox Notification
From:[email protected]
Subject: I miss you.
My dearest Emma,
Did you know today marks five months since you’ve been gone? 150 days of wondering where you are, if you’re safe, if you’re thinking of me too.
What happened between us was a misunderstanding. I never meant to frighten you. I was overcome with passion, with how much I wanted you to be mine forever.
Can you blame me for wanting to claim the woman I love?
I’ll give you whatever you want, Emma. More independence? A longer engagement? Name your terms. I’m willing to negotiate.
Your mother looks well, too. Rehab suited her, and I’m glad I could help her find her way back to sobriety. She misses you,though I imagine she’d be happier if you stopped making her worry.
Come back to me, Emma. We belong together.
Always yours, Marcus
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Emma
My phone alarm blares, jolting me from sleep. My heart pounds against my ribs as I bolt upright, disoriented. For a terrifying moment, I don’t know where I am.
