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Two months without his touch was like being in hell without salvation. She had no idea how addicted she had become to his touch until it was no longer there. And now, her people wanted her to marry—to allow the touch of another man.

Revulsion. Repulsive. Just the thought of it. And yet it was about to happen.

“I don't want to be forced to take a husband, Bridget. You know that is what this meeting