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Sometimes the second time around is the right time
for things to click.
Corey Murphy never intended to let his wife, Katie,
become his ex-wife. But for the Murphys, convention
and commitment are foreign concepts. Once he lost
Katie, he decided to get his life in order. Now he's
healthy, happy with his job teaching physical
education and ready to get his relationship back on
track. He's got to hope Katie's still willing to
give them a chance.
Katie Murphy loved being married. She loved the
companionship, the connection...and the hot nights.
Being with Corey surpassed even her wildest
fantasies. But her ex-husband wasn't big on
commitment. She knows he's got ghosts in his past,
but is she willing to help him look to the
future--their future?
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She sighed. As with everything else in her life, she’d
adapt to the changes. So many things had happened during her fifteen
years at Valley Elementary. She’d turned thirty what seemed like
eons ago. She’d fallen in love with a good man, met his unique
family, married that same man, the only one she’d ever loved, and
watched him walk away. When she’d been knocked down, she had picked
herself up. After the split, she’d managed to stay friends with her
ex. Her friend Molly had called her a saint for being so nice to
Corey. Molly claimed Corey didn’t deserve pity or a second chance.
Katie disagreed, but that probably was why she still hadn’t moved
on.
Oh, well. She’d adapted to being single again. Sometimes
she wondered why she held on to the hope that there could be a
second go-round with Corey. He had the way, but not the will and she
couldn’t keep meeting him at the ninety percent mark.
She plunked her bag down on the desk. A shiver ran the
length of her spine. From the air-conditioning system? She checked
the thermostat. Whoever had been in the room last left the dial on
the lowest setting. She rubbed her arms. Time to bring the temp up a
bit. She changed the temperature to seventy-eight, then returned to
rearranging her room. She nudged one of the tables with her hip.
Holy crap. The tables were heavier than they looked. She wished
Corey would show up to throw his muscle around. She picked up her
phone and sent Corey a text.
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