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Scotland Neck, North Carolina
Three years later
"Mac, did you see my comb?" Keiley called from the bathroom, her voice a little sharp with irritation and simmering with impatience.
"I have my own, Kei," he reminded her in the same tone.
She moved from the bathroom, naked as the day she was born, water still beading on her shoulders, her cap of dark hair mussed around her face as she began searching the tops of the dresser, the vanity, the bedside tables.
Delicate and fragile. That was his wife. At twenty-six she still captivated him, made him harder than hell,