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For as long as he could remember, Sebastian had been cursed.
It began with the tragic death of his parents when he inherited the modern art gallery. It continued every day when he looked in the mirror and saw a monster where a man should be. He’d tried everything without success. Then he happened upon her, his cure, the one who could give him a second chance at life, love and happiness.
After years of repairing what her father destroyed during his drunken rampages, opening a shop for repurposed and redesigned furniture seemed a natural progression for Marisa. When Sebastian hired her, she finally had a chance to get paid to do what she’d done for years for free. It seemed like a win, until he proposed.
The moment they met, Sebastian was drawn to her. Of course, losing everything in thirty days if he didn’t marry was a huge incentive. So he asked and she refused. An experienced negotiator, he never gave up when he had his heart set on something. For Marisa, marriage wasn’t on the table and love wasn’t negotiable. Still, always quick to see the best in others, she looked at him and saw a project, her ultimate redesign. Maybe even Sebastian deserved a second chance.
mansion had an abandoned feel to it. If it weren’t for the furniture,
I’d have doubted anyone lived there. Our shoes echoed on the marble
floors given the high ceilings. While I fought an urge to explore the
place, I waited for Sebastian’s lead.
need to hurry. I want to have the pieces picked before the movers
arrive in approximately fifteen minutes. Then we’ll see how much time
we have before my uncle returns.” He pointed toward the huge winding
“Is he coming back today?” Suddenly I shivered.
He never leaves this place unattended for too long.” Sebastian
the top of the stairs, we took a right and walked down a musty smelling
corridor. “Where are we going?” I glanced around at the walls covered
in paintings. The place felt like a museum.
rooms were down here. And the room…” He stopped in the middle of the
hall, turned and held my upper arms. “I lost my temper a lot after my
parents died. My uncle would goad me and I’d fall for it every time.
Please. I need you to understand.”
him look so vulnerable.
Slowly, I nodded. Of course he worried I’d think he was like my father. “Don’t worry. I get it.”
my reassurance, he released me and we walked solemnly toward a door at
the very end of the hall. Opening it, he turned on the light and stared
a moment before stepping aside to give me access. “You’ll find what
you need in here.”
soon as I moved into the room, I paused. Everywhere I looked there was
broken furniture, including countless broken mirrors. Why would he
keep them? There was a desk, a vanity table and stool, several bedroom
suites stacked about. There was an old table, a couple of benches, and
many doors that seemed to have been ripped from their hinges. I only
had two questions. “Did you do all of this?”
while glanced about.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I was sober, of course. Not sure if it makes it better or worse.”
I nodded and sniffled. Funny how I could understand his hurt and his
pain so easily, but my father…I had yet to forgive. Ready to move on, I
asked my next question. “What can I take?”
hand swooped to encompass all the contents of the room. “Whatever you
want. You earned it. You deserve it.” His shoulders relaxed some. “I
think you’re the only person who can fix it.”
“Fix the furniture?”
In two steps, he was in front of me, tilting my chin until our eyes locked. “No. Fix me.”
I could respond his lips were on mine, not simply kissing, but
possessing me. When I opened my mouth to his tongue, I could almost
taste his fear, and feel his pain. Then, at the end, there was
something else, some spark. Hope.
until he very nearly lifted me off my feet. I would’ve let him too.
The emotions his kiss had awakened distracted me from everything else,
until his phone began to chime insistently.
he drew back. Then with his forehead pressed against mine, he peeked
at his phone, still in his hand. “The movers.” Standing upright, he
answered their call and spoke to them while I marveled over the kiss.
eyes never left his face as I responded. “Everything.” I spoke with
certainty and willed him to understand. It wasn’t just the furniture I
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