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Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Booklist
  36. Excerpt

Her friends accepted the shift in conversation. Later, when they were done eating and starting to set up to wrap the presents, Reggie excused herself and stepped out into the hall. Paisley had made a lot of good points. What would it hurt to find out if she was really over Jake or if there was still something there?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted back her response.

Dinner would be great. When and where?

Twenty-Four

Dena had no idea why she was torturing herself. She knew it was a bad idea, yet here she was, typing in Micah’s name in the search bar, along with Electra and Adriana. The list of links all took her to dark and dangerous places with pictures. So many pictures.

None of them were bad or gross or naked. Instead, what upset her was how incredibly beautiful both women were. Electra was a striking redhead who dressed in a lot of leather and platform heels. Adriana was an ethereal beauty with pale blond hair and blue-gray eyes. She looked more like a fairy than a human. A fairy supermodel.

Their styles and looks couldn’t have been more different, except for the fact that they were as gorgeous as Micah was handsome. The photographs were physical proof that she was an ordinary mortal, and she’d read enough Greek mythology to know what happened to mortals who tried to involve themselves with the world of the gods. The mortals always ended up little more than a bag of dusty bones.

“That’s cheerful,” she murmured, sipping her herbal tea before glancing longingly at her coffee maker. “I still miss you, by the way. My love is true.”

The coffee maker chose not to reply, so she turned her attention back to her screen and watched a couple of music videos before clicking on more links.

There were hundreds of pictures of Micah, with and without his wives. She spent a full minute staring into his soulful blue eyes before closing the browsers and turning away from her computer.

She had to accept the truth. She could daydream and wish as much as she wanted, but the truth could not be denied. She and Micah were friends. He was a good man who was very sweet to her, but that did not a true love make.

She wasn’t his type. She wasn’t beautiful or special or talented. She was an ordinary woman, living an ordinary life. A man like him would never want that. The Micahs of the world gravitated to the very special, and while she thought she was a good person with a lot to offer, special was probably stretching it.