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Moments later, Celeste hearda commotion. She swiveled around. At the far end of the room, theirwaitress was struggling with another woman. Slightly older andwider, the girl’s adversary flung her aside like a sack ofpotatoes.

“Y–y–youbetter get up,” Dean pleaded.

“Why?”

“That’s my girl,Sadie and she’s on the war path.”

Celeste refused to budge. She was itching for a fight, welcomed it. Ever since Shane showed upon her doorstep, she needed an outlet for the frustration and builtup anger.

“You better get yourbehind up.” Celeste should’ve heeded the woman’swarning. It was everyday a woman rolled up her sleeves. Plus thewoman’s fists looked like twin hams.

“And what if I don’t?”Celeste crossed her arms.

“I warned you.”With lightning quick reflexes for a woman her size, Sadie licked herthumb, tapped her nose and then swung.

The woman’s fist hitCeleste so hard, her head twisted on her shoulders.

Theroom tilted, swayed alarmingly to the right. Dean’s face swambefore her eyes. And then someone flipped the lights.

CHAPTERTHIRTY ONE

Celestesniffed. Somebody was cooking bacon.

What a marvelous way to beawakened, Celeste thought, snuggling deeper under the heavy quilt.

Celeste froze. Her hotelroom was on the fourth floor of the Street Hotel. Plus, her beddidn’t come with a quilt. The covering had been a thinchenille spread that came standard with most public lodgings.

Curious, Celeste drew backthe covers.

“You need to keep thison.”

Celeste tensed when Shaneleaned over her. He picked up something behind her and plopped it onher face. Wet, cold and mushy, she had the distinct feeling it waschopped beef.

“It’ll take theswelling down.”

Despite the pressure againsther eye socket and the loss to her pride, Celeste couldn’t helpfinding the humor in the situation. “I guess prize fightingdoesn’t run in the family.”

Shane’s green eyestwinkled. “She got lucky. In any other circumstances, I knowyou could’ve taken her.”

Hisfaith in her made her toes curl. Feeling unusually content, Celestedecided to come clean. “I deserved it.”

Shanesat down on the bed. He had on a pair of loose dungarees and asimple white tank. His sun-streaked hair was all tousled, and hiseyes still puffy with sleep.

Exposedto so much skin, Celeste curled her fingers into the bedcovers lestshe make a fool of herself. Seeing him like this and in closequarters was enough to make her forget all the months she’dcursed him to hell.

What was a girl to do? Shehad no business thinking of him in this manner. Not when she wasn’tgoing to forgive him for what he’d done. She wasn’t madeof stone either. She was flesh and blood and hers was pumpingthrough her veins like molten lava.

“Why didn’t youcome after me?” There she said it. His waiting all these yearsto reconcile hurt more than anything he’d done.

An intense look entered hisgreen eyes and Celeste just wanted to reach out and pull him into herarms. “I wanted to, but I was rotting in jail. Navy picked meup right after the fight for desertion”

“But you wrote me.”

His mouth curled up on oneside, giving him a boyish air. “They have ink and paper in thebrig.”

“You wrote me a lot.”

“Every day, if I couldhave.”

Blister it! Why did he haveto say things that further weakened her resolve?

“Thank you for comingafter me.”

“That’smy duty as your husband. In sickness and in health.”

Reminded of their marriagevows, memories of their honeymoon flashed through her head. Him nakedwrapped in only a sheet and the sunshine streaming through the cabinwindow. Celeste gripped the quilt to keep from snatching him to her.

Shan—”

His mouth silenced her. Amoment later, he pounced, pressing her into the mattress. His hardbody covered hers.

“What…what areyou doing?” she panted, her defenses crumbling.

“I’m doing whatyou want to do.” He yanked up her slip and hauled it over herhead, baring her breasts. The slab of meat fell on her lap. Heflicked it away right before he dropped his head and pulled one ofher nipples into his mouth.

Celeste gasped for air, sheclutched at his shoulders. Somewhere along the way, he’d losthis shirt. His skin felt so hot and firm.

“I want you to love melike you did before,” he whispered huskily.

Celeste arched her hipsupward, bumping against the hard length of his erection. This feltso right, them together again. Familiar feelings and sensationsassailed her.

His hand drifted between herthighs, his fingers playing with the dark curls.

“You’re alreadywet,” he said hoarsely. “Got to have a taste.”

He inched downward, lickingdown her body. Hot, heavy and strong as steel, his penis fell on herhip. Celeste bucked against him, wanting it inside her.

“Wanna kiss you.”His tongue traced the underside of breast. He flicked her bellybutton, made slow wet circles on her tummy.

The moment her fingersthreaded through his hair, his mouth dipped between her legs.

“Taste so good likehoney.” His mouth closed around her clitoris at the same timehe slid a finger inside her. Celeste gasped and her hips shot offthe bed.

His tongue and fingersworked her. He pumped his fingers deep. He sucked at the tinybutton between her legs.

The combination ofsensations made her squirm and buck against him. She cried. Shesobbed. Her hands clutched at him, the muscles in his back clenchingbeneath her fingertips.

It only took moments for himto push her to the edge. There was no help for it. His fingers werefilling her and stretching her, giving her everything she needed. Andyet, not enough.

“Please, Shane,”she gasped, running her fingers through his hair, as he bent over herto kiss her belly.

Shane rolled from the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Something’smissing.” He padded over to the bookcase, and then returned tothe bed. “Give me your hand.”

Without even thinking,Celeste placed her hand in his. The heavy gold band when on aseasily as the first time. “My wedding ring,” shewhispered, looking down at the gold band.

Rejoining her on the bed,Shane positioned himself. Slowly, he sunk into her, sliding to thehilt at the same time he swooped down