HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

after Jude had fallen asleep.

The first time Gabriel kissed me, it was in my grandfather’s kitchen while rain struck the windows.

The memory could have hurt.

Instead, it became new.

Warm.

Mine.

We did not marry quickly.

When we eventually did, the ceremony took place in the garden at Mercer House.

No press.

No corporate guests.

No strategic seating chart.

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