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surplus backpack. She slung it over one shoulder, wincing.
    “Okay?” he asked.
    She nodded.
    “There’s one more important thing I have to do before we get off Emmitt’s property.”
    He headed toward the ladder, determined that Harper not be a witness to his grief over that final task.
    * * *
    Present Day
    Harper lounged on her terrace. The hot August day was quickly morphing into a pleasant, cool evening. She’d thought that the brisk, invigorating air would help her to focus on some edits. It wasn’t working, though.
    Summer had always been a magical time for her growing up. Her father loved cooking out and her mother doted on her garden. How many comfortable, delicious meals had she shared with her mom and dad over the years on their terrace? They hadn’t seemed like anything special at the time. Memory gave those family dinners a golden quality, though, a sweet, elusive flavor. She ached, knowing she’d never share that feeling of easy companionship or unquestioned love again.
    Her terrace looked so barren and empty by contrast.
    Don’t move. Stay like that. You have no idea how exciting this is for me. You’re so beautiful. I want to play with you a little more. Okay?
    The memory of Jacob giving her those steamy directions lanced through her momentary sadness, dissolving it.
    Her mind kept wandering to those moments on that yacht last night. She frowned, recalling how cool and aloof he’d been just seconds after making her burn. She stared into space, her cheeks heating as she remembered how she shook in pleasure beneath his knowing hand . . . and later, how he took possession of her so completely.
    It was hard to push him out now. It was like he’d taken up residence in her brain.
    Damn him.
    But isn’t it better than sitting here, feeling sorry for yourself because you’re alone?
    All day, her sex had felt tingly and slightly tender. That, in combination with her uncontrollable thoughts about what he’d done to her on that double chaise lounge, made her feel constantly on the sharp edge of arousal and annoyance. Unfortunately, not even her recollection of his coldness could dampen her body’s reaction.
    Admitting defeat, she tossed the story and her edits onto a patio table. Without telling herself to do it, she pressed her pelvis down against the wrought iron seat, getting pressure on her sensitive sex. When she realized she was trying to figure out just how private her deck was from her neighbors, she stood abruptly.
    Great. The guy acts like a complete jerk, and yet you were considering masturbating outside while you fantasize about him. You are such a loser.
    She gathered up the story and headed inside, now highly aware of the tension at her sex and the fact that her cheeks were hot. Once she was inside, she drew the blinds. Her heartbeat began to throb in her ears in anticipation. Okay, so she wasn’t going to do it in potential view of a nosy neighbor. But she
was
going to do it.
    To make matters worse, it wasn’t the first time she’d masturbated today, either.
    She lay down on the couch and lifted her skirt to her waist. When her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, she thought of his fingers doing the same last night, how he’d caressed the sensitive skin above her mons and then slid those long, masterful fingers between her labia. It’d felt so good. How did he do it, touch her more knowingly than she even touched herself?
    And later, how he’d ask her permission to hold her wrists while he fucked her . . . how she’d granted it. It’d excited her, knowing that he held her at his mercy, that she had to take him.
    And he’d been a hell of a lot to take.
    God, yes
. No matter what a jerk he’d been, this was better than dwelling on the loneliness.
    She recalled watching him put the condom on his rigid erection, the shape and the color of the flaring, smooth cockhead. He was so beautiful. She craved him, even now. Before he’d behaved so coldly in the