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It was nearly eight in the evening by the time Rebecca pulled up in the driveway. The crazy hours at work had almost made her forget the even crazier situation at home: the two-hundred-year-old man freed from stone. A man who was so innately sexy that she was having trouble focusing because her thoughts kept straying back to that kiss they’d shared and how it had made her feel alive again in a way she’d forgotten. This was how it started. Love. These warm, fuzzy, and spark-of-heat kind of feelings that left a woman breathless and dizzy.
You can’t fall in love with him. You don’t even know what will happen when his week is over and the goddess passes her judgment. He might be sent back in time and you’ll never see him again.
There was a part of her that still didn’t believe it, even th
