by Teresa Hill
Tugging the ends of her green silk robe more tightly around her, Rebecca realized she should have gone upstairs and changed while her ex-husband said goodnight to their son. She simply hadn't thought about it when he arrived unexpectedly that evening, not until she turned around and found Tucker staring at her in the cool, thin silk.
Needing to escape from the look in his eyes, she headed for the kitchen. "Would you like some hot tea? I was just going to make some."
"No, I don't want any tea." He came up behind her, closing the cabinet only a moment after she opened it. She felt his presence, felt his heat right behind her, and all of a sudden it was hard to get enough air. "I just need some answers."
Rebecca didn't want to turn around. He so close she could feel the air coming out of his lungs, stirring the strands of hair that had come loose from the chignon she'd hurriedly created once she got out of the tub.
Out of nowhere, she remembered he loved seeing her hair like this. She could still hear his deep, soft voice, thick with emotion, telling her that, so long ago. He liked this style because it made it so easy for him get to her neck and her shoulders with his mouth.
He liked to tease her by nibbling on them very gently. He'd catch her from behind and hold her there, refusing to let her turn around, until she was putty in his arms.
A shiver ran down her spine. She remembered a time when he'd caught her, just like this, in their kitchen with her hair piled up on her head.
She wondered if he remembered that now, wondered if he ever thought about such things.
Tucker put his hands on her arms, and she jumped at his touch. He let go immediately. "Turn around, Rebecca. Please."
She stood there for another moment, her head bowed, her hands trembling and her heart pounding. She wished she weren't so aware of him, wished their lives weren't still intertwined when she'd have sworn they'd severed all ties years ago.
"Rebecca, all this time I've been gone, why didn't you marry Brian?"
Anguish—she heard anguish in the question. She closed her eyes and tried to close her heart to it. Why did it even matter? Why was it so important to him?
"I... We're engaged." She lied more easily than she would have thought.
"For six years?"
"The better part of it."
He turned her around gently, with two hands on her shoulders, then grabbed her left hand. "Where's the ring?"
It was in a drawer somewhere. Brian wouldn't take it back, and she hadn't felt comfortable wearing it in a long time. Nothing had felt right in a long time.
"Why is he in Naples when you and Sammy are here?"
She pulled her hand free. "That is none of your business."
He laughed sarcastically, shook his head, went to back away and then changed his mind. Suddenly he was closer than ever, leaning over her, trapping her between him and the kitchen cabinets.
"You loved him, Rebecca. You married me, loving him. And when you left me, you went straight to him."
Rebecca was too shocked to protest. She's loved Brian forever, but it wasn't anything like what she'd felt for Tucker from the very beginning.
She would have never believed he was jealous of Brian, that he could be jealous of anyone. Tucker was too sure of himself to have the kind of doubts that led to jealousy. Rebecca should know. She had been the queen of self-doubt.
"I was sure you wanted him, that you'd marry him. Why didn't you marry him, Rebecca?"
She wasn't about to explain her reasons to Tucker.
After all, what could she say?
That Brian wasn't Tucker? That he didn't make her feel the way Tucker made her feel? That she just didn't love him the way she'd loved Tucker?
She couldn't say any of that to her ex-husband.
Because if he knew, he'd never stop trying to get her back.
Marry Me Again
Second Chance Love
Book One
by
Teresa Hill
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Born in Central Kentucky, growing up in a town where the public library was housed in an old church, Teresa came to believe books were sacred things and that being a writer would be the best profession in the world.
Now a three-time Rita nominee and USA Today bestselling author, she has written thirty books of romance and women's fiction, with more than 2 million copies in print, for NAL/Onyx, Silhouette, Harlequin and Steeple Hill.
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Table of Contents
Cover
Dedication
A Note from the Author
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Acknowledgements
Excerpt from TWELVE DAYS – The McRae Series, Book 1
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