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“I’VE NEVER SEEN a place burn down around its own door before.” Ernest Fosdyke nudged Clair, smearing soot across the sleeve of her waterlogged wedding dress. “But doesn’t that oak door your granddaddy carved still look fine?”

Clair peered from the black streak at her elbow to the golden oak door standing tall in wet rubble. She turned blankly to the fire chief, blinding herself in his truck’s headlights. “I’ve lost everything I loved most.”

“Nonsense. You just married the man you love.” Prodding his big silver hat back on his forehead, the chief squinted with relief at someone beyond her shoulder. “Dr. Dylan, over here! I found Clair, but she’s not talking sense.”

Nick. She’d tried not to think of him for the past eighty minutes. She’d married him for her house, and now her house had burned down.

He draped his heavy black overcoat across her shoulders and caught her arm, offering comfort Clair couldn’t afford to accept. The unexpected passion they’d shared for that brief, confusing moment in the church threatened to change the way she looked at Nick. She was too smart to give in to physical need.