Page 5 of One More Kiss

“Being you.”

“Oh, sugar. That’s too sweet. Drink your cocoa. We got things to do.”

“Like?” Jenna finished her mug, smacking her lips.

There’s my girl.

“Loads of stuff. Mucking stalls, exercising a horse, working on a guitar, starting the cooking for tonight’s feast…”

“I’d like to help you cook,” Jenna said, voice small.

I drained my mug and rose. “Then, let’s get to it before you-know-who butts in to tell me how to bake a pie.” I grimaced. “If he does that, I may just whack him with my wooden spoon.”

Jenna walked beside me toward the door. “What’s up with you two? I could have sworn you and Steve got along great before Nash and Aya’s wedding.”

I held open the front door while Jenna snatched up a fleece hoodie from the rack next to it. She slid her arms into it while she shoved her feet into a pair of brown Uggs.

“We did.”

That was before—before I lost my head and kissed him. Before Steve lost his good sense right back and made love to me. There was no other word for it—we’d made something beautiful, perfect. Then, he up and left my bed so no one would find out.

I turned away so Jenna wouldn’t see the hurt in my eyes.

For the first time in decades, my heart got involved with a man.

And once again, it had been broken.

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