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The circumstances couldn’t possibly have been more uncomfortable—that gearshift, ohmigod—and yet Natalie hadn’t been this happy in years. Snuggled in Theo’s arms, his warmth a shield against the cold that kept creeping in whenever they turned off the engine, a sense of homecoming stole through her.
She’d wanted to come home. But she hadn’t dared to think that Theo would be in Lost Harbor. And yet here, in Theo’s arms—this was home. She knew it on that bone-deep level where the truth lived. She and Theo were soulmates, even if she’d never quite believed in the term.
Now, she did. Because that’s exactly what Theo was to her. He was the mate that her soul recognized.
“It was my fault that we broke up. I sabotaged it,” she murmured at one point. “I was such a b***h to you.”
“Hey, I was
