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survive his marriage.

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“Bastard,” Meg swore as her coward of a husband left the house.

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Her hands clenched and unclenched as she tried to deal with the

anger she felt. He was treating her like an idiot who didn’t know what

she wanted. She had felt his need. It rolled off him. He wanted to

dominate her, and she wanted it, too. Why couldn’t he trust her? Why

couldn’t he trust himself?

“I don’t think you’re a whore,” Cian said quietly.

Meg turned and remembered she was alone with her slightly

insane second husband. Her brain hurt. She said the only thing she

could think to say. “Thanks.”

Cian’s face was sweet. It was hard for Meg to believe people got

him confused with Beck. “Beck’s always had a stick up his ass when

it comes to sex. You’ll have to forgive him. Please don’t kick him in

the balls again. It hurts me, too.”

Meg flushed. She hadn’t realized it would affect Cian, too. She

had just been enraged. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “It’s all right. He deserved it.

We should go to bed. Will you come with me? I was cold in there all

alone.”

Meg hesitated.

“I promise I won’t tie you up until you ask me,” he said with an

innocent look that made her laugh.

She took his hand. Cian was right. It was a chilly night. It would

serve Beck right if she stayed warm while he slept with the chickens.

Cian looked down at her. “I’m Cian. What’s your name?”

Meg walked straight into the bedroom, pulled a pillow to her face,


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