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forget? A few nights, that was all.”
    He launched two steps toward her. “I don’t believe you.”
    She straightened at his approach, all haughty pride. “Don’t believe what? That you could be so easy to forget?”
    He closed the rest of the distance between them, his blood a fire of anger and desire. And possession. He would never give her up. “You are my wife.”
    “Barely. I am not the same woman you once knew. And you are not the same man.”
    “I am not so different, Cat.” He was shockingly the same, in fact. His travels had changed him around the edges, but the core of him had solidified. Like he had stepped completely into his own skin.
    “I do not know, Forster. I find I do not know you at all.” Her eyes trailed over his chest, then flicked away. There was desire in her gaze. She could not hide it.
    “You’ve known me practically my entire life.”
    She wouldn’t look at him. He took her shoulders and turned her around so she faced the large mirror on his bedroom wall. He swept her hair to the side and stood close behind her. She was lightness to his darkness. Delicacy to his heft and bone. She was perfect.
    “See there? That is us. You and me. Cat and Jamie.”
    She shook her head and tried to struggle out of his arms. “You do not even know me—”
    He held onto her. “I have not forgotten anything about you.”
    Her gaze snapped to his in the mirror. The wildness in her blue eyes slammed into him. His Cat. His wife. His lover.
    Everything pulsed through him, hard. The ache and the fire and the madness he had carried for years. It pulsed through his blood and became a buzzing in his ears.
    He dipped his head and nuzzled the sensitive skin at the back of her neck. Her spine arched helplessly against his mouth as he knew it would.
    She smelled of roses, and warm skin, and woman. And she felt so damn good in his arms.
    “You have not forgotten me, either.” Her skin was hot beneath his mouth. She shivered as he trailed kisses beneath her ear, then caught the sensitive lobe between his teeth.
    God, he had missed her. He was a fool to have stayed away so long.
    He lowered both his hands to cup her breasts and brushed his thumbs across her nipples. She dropped her head back against his shoulder, the sound of her breath heavy in the room.
    She wanted him. He would not let her pretend that she didn’t.
    He molded and shaped the heavy weight of her breasts until he felt her legs threaten to give way beneath her.
    He caught her nipples and gently squeezed as he kissed the soft skin of her throat.
    “Jamie,” she cried out, pressing back against him, seeking more contact.
    Blood roared in his ears. He had loved this woman, had given her everything—his heart, his name, his future—and she’d made him look a fool.
    Not just look a fool, but also feel a fool.
    Yet he did not want to let her go.
    “You’ll not get me to sign an annulment.” He turned her in his arms and claimed her mouth. Their first kiss in five years. She was soft and open and tasted of home. Of the very texture of his soul.
    She was everywhere. In his breath. In his blood. She always had been and always would be.
    Cat pressed her belly against the hard length of his cock. His hands found the hem of her robe and night rail, then the moist, wanting place between her legs. She shuddered in his arms, ready for him. Ready for more.
    He backed her toward the bed. He would take her once, fierce. It could not be helped. Then he would pleasure her. He would remember every inch of her skin.
    She froze in his arms. “No.”
    A growl rose in his throat.
    “I do not want this.” She panted for breath.
    He clenched his jaw before speaking again. “You have about three seconds to get back into your room and lock the door before I’m coming after you.”
    Her eyes widened as if she recognized the truth in his words. Her robe billowed out behind her as she fled.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    Jamie dug his shovel deep in the earth and heaved a