Scarlett couldn't catch her breath.

She was a normal woman. Of course she had needs. But she couldn't do it — couldn't get past the wall inside her. It wasn't just about Damien. It was Molly too, always Molly, a wound that never fully closed. She couldn't let go, not enough to be his lover the way she once had been. Every time it came to that point, something in her recoiled hard.

It was impossible. Nothing was going to happen between them.

The heat in her faded, ...