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Chapter Eighteen
Amelia Turning in the circle of his arms, I stared at the man who was my husband. So handsome, even asleep. His heavy arm flung around my waist and his full lips half parted I was content, and so by the looks of it was he. I should have been panicking, hell I should be furious but laying there I couldn’t feel anything but happiness. I guess that’s what happens when you finally spent the night with your mate. Without any secrets between you. Secrets. The thought made me pause and my hand went to my neck almost self consciously, fingering the gold collar there. I was a prisoner. Again. Only this time I was a willing prisoner. “Good morning” My hand dropped from my throat. “Good morning” I smiled down at him. “How long have you been awake and staring at me?”His voice was thick wit
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