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Shelby told Jake, wounded.

“I am. On you,” he admitted.

“Oh, Jake!” she murmured, defensiveness melting as she saw it from his point of view. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re the one with the hole in your heart.” Hunkered down beside her chair, Jake tucked a curl behind her ear, traced the tear track and then her bottom lip with the flat of his thumb.

Shelby trapped his hand with both of hers. But it was a poor defense mechanism, for he let her keep it, leaned in and stole a kiss. It sparked heat lightning across the stormy expanse of her heart. Fiercely, she blinked tear-shine, crowded out rational thought and kissed him back.