“She dragged on the huge, navy-blue NYPD sweatshirt, one of Ronan’s gifts to her, to cover her nakedness and stretched her deliciously sore body. Their lovemaking last night had been the perfect end to one of the most memorable Christmases she had ever had. Once she was up, though, guilt tugged at her for ignoring work for the past week. Unable to sleep, and with her trip back to the city imminent, Maddy decided to catch up nice and early. That way, she and Ronan could enjoy their last day i...n Old Brookfield without a huge to-do list hanging over her head. She slipped into the living room, far chillier than the bedroom, and pulled her cell phone from her purse. As she did, she caught a whiff of Ronan’s warm, musky scent still clinging to her body. She smiled and pulled up the sweatshirt’s hood. He’d kept apologizing that he didn’t have anything better to give her and swore he’d make it up to her, but she couldn’t have loved anything more.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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