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find something to remind her of the world she’d come from. “I could

get something else if it displeases you.”

Meg shook her head. “No, Beck, I love it. It’s a lovely gift.” She

sighed as though making a decision. “Thank you.”

She walked up and kissed him on the cheek.

It was a start. His hand went to her waist. He held her to him for a

moment. He looked down at her uncertain eyes and chose to be bold.

He cupped her face while he kissed her roughly. “I missed you, wife.”

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She was breathless when he let her go. Her hands shook slightly

as she forced herself to back away. “I should go start dinner. I’ll just

put this up.”

She practically ran from the room. Something deep inside Beck

eased. She still wanted him. Everything would be all right. He could

ease them into the relationship they both wanted.

“Damn it,” Cian said, slapping Beck on the back. “Why do you

think I started the sex play early this evening, brother? I was trying to

avoid Meggie’s cooking. Don’t get me wrong, the woman can make a

damn fine cookie, but the rest of it is terrible. I’m dying here, Beck. I

was going to exhaust her then slink off to Flanna’s and beg her to feed

me.”

“It can’t possibly be that bad,” Beck said, shaking his head at his

brother’s dramatics.

“Oh, it can,” Cian said.

Beck remembered that he had a bone to pick with his brother.

“Why slink off to Flanna’s when there’s an entire festival going on in

the village?”

“We should probably talk about that.”

“Don’t feed me some line of crap about wanting the villagers to