He didn't kiss her, and she didn't force him to, but the desire was there for both of them. It had nothing to do with Walton, her failed wedding, or even being cooped up together in the hotel room. It was watching him sail and admiring him as a man. It was crying on his shoulder because she felt flawed. It was the hunger in his eye, knowing he'd seen her in her underthings, and though he'd done the right thing, he wouldn't forget it.
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Brielle Hensley had her future all planned out. She'd designed the perfect wedding, picked the most beautiful dress. From the reception to the...