Jillian Jennings

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I think about our wedding, how beautiful she looked as she spat insults at me. How the hairs on my arm rose when I put the ring on her finger. The way my heart beat out of my chest as I kissed her. The second our mouths met, an electric shock ran through me. I froze up. I never freeze up. I don’t know what happened.
Gloves Off (Vancouver Storm, #4)
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