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SCARLETT AWOKE WRAPPED in Johnny’s arms, the same way she’d fallen asleep. With his warm, muscular body curving around hers, she felt cosseted in love and luxury, despite the frightening events of the evening before.
As she shifted in a bed that cushioned every inch of her body, silky cotton sheets slipped from her shoulder. Johnny nuzzled her bare skin, dragging his lips across her shoulder. Never before had she felt such a sense of belonging, and it was truly an awakening for her.
Could a brush with death do that to a person?
She ran a hand down the satin gown that covered her thigh. Her fingers brushed Johnny’s leg, which was draped over her leg. She loved the feeling of being tangled in his limbs.
Gazing at the chandelier above, ensconced in a muted world of opulence, it almost
