WHAT THEY HAD started had to be put on hold until later. They were not alone yet, not in any practical sense, but Christabel felt oddly disconnected to being a mother or a guest in the aftermath of losing her long-held guard against the desires Jared King stirred in her. It seemed strange, sitting at the table again as though nothing momentous had
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