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Jarrod said hoarsely.

Georgia’s lips parted with involuntary provocation and her tongue tip moistened her dry mouth. She lifted her hand to rest it gently along his jaw, moved her fingers to trace the outline of his mouth.

“Leave it, Georgia, for both our sakes. Unless you want to take the consequences.”

His words cut through her and the old wounds bled, transporting her agonizingly back in time. She was that naive, trusting, so-in-love nineteen-year-old again. “Don’t you want me, Jarrod?”

“Want you? Oh, yes, I want you, Georgia. That’s one of the jokes of my life. I’ll go on wanting you with every breath…”