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Because the paralyzed billionaire I had been hired to bathe…
…was the man I had spent twenty years believing was dead.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t even look at him.
My eyes remained fixed on the crescent-shaped birthmark beneath his collarbone.
A tiny mark.
A mark I had kissed once when we were young.
A mark I had memorized because, at nineteen, I believed I would spend the rest of my life with the man who carried it.
But that man had disappeared during a violent storm twenty years ago.
His name had been Alexander Bennett.
And I had been told his body was never found.
I slowly backed away.
Alexander stared at me from the wheelchair.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
His eyebrows pulled together.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
My voice sounded foreign.
I reached for the counter because my legs were barely holding me up.
Alexander watched me carefully.
“You’ve seen that necklace before.”
It wasn’t a question.
