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Joanna was so angry and upset that she was shaking. This was her wedding day! She should have been enraptured, wrapped in her husband’s arms, relishing the intimacy of their bed, the feel of the fire from the fireplace and the wine sweetening Brock’s lips as they kissed. She was not supposed to be dealing with her bloody stubborn brother and his nonsensical ideas about what was best for her.
When she heard the knock, she thought it was Brock and hastily opened the door. Ashton stood there, one hand flat on the doorjamb. She was half tempted to slam the door on his fingers. They shared a long look, a flurry of emotions passing between them.
This should have been a happy reunion, Ashton hugging her tight and accepting her kiss on his cheek while she told him how happy she was. But that
