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I draw more courage from the dark. “Respect. Honesty. Communication.” I take in a shaky breath. “I don’t expect love, but…” Beside me Jacob’s body goes rigid. I can’t even tell if he’s breathing. “But?” I hear the dread in his voice. The gruff wariness. Can he hear the lie in mine? Am I stupid to expect love in my marriage, especially since we’re still strangers who know nothing of one another? I have to give him something, though. “But I hope for caring. Someday, maybe.’’
The Devil I Don't Know (Brooklyn Kings, #1)
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