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Natasha was DEVASTATED when Jackson, her first love, disappeared without a word only to pop up months later as a famous DJ. But now she's over it—over him!—and ready to move on with her life! Isn't she?
Jackson thought he was leaving Dodge Cove behind forever when he set off to LA to start his career as a DJ. But the one thing he had never been able to leave behind was the memory of his first love, Natasha, and now that he's proven his success, he coming home to win her back...
They faced each other in the space between two doors barely bigger than a coat closet. Behind Natasha, the booming bass still pushed through. The harsh florescent lighting above them let out a faint buzz, flickering every once in a while.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Natasha asked.
Jackson slid the phone into his back pocket then ran his fingers through his damp hair. “You won’t believe how happy I am right now. When I saw you in the crowd tonight—”
She jerked back. “Happy?”
“Yeah. I missed you. So much.”
“Miss me? You miss me?”
“Yeah.” He reached out for her, but she moved away. “My heart is beating so hard right now I think I’m going to pass out. You should feel it.”
“You’re a sick bastard, do you know that?” She crossed her arms again, her brow furrowed.
Jackson’s brow mimicked Natasha’s. “I don’t understand.”
A laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. “Well, let me make things clear for you. You left. No word.”
“If you let me explain—”
“What’s there to explain? It looks pretty obvious to me.” She pointed toward the club. “That’s your life now.”
“Can you hear yourself right now?”
“You seriously think I’m being crazy?” She slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and laughed until she doubled over.
All the blood rushed to the pads of Jackson’s feet as he slowly realized what was happening. “Come on, Tash. Let’s talk about this.”
“Talk?” Natasha sobered. “Now, after all this time, you want to talk?” She cut her hand through the air between them. “No. I only came to prove to myself that I’m over you.”
“Tash, don’t do this. Please.”
She sized him up with those eyes he once thought tamed any man’s wild heart. They absolutely conquered his.
“No second chances,” she said, finality in her tone.
The words were a slap in the face. They stunned him into silence.
With all the dignity in the world, she lifted her chin before she turned around and stalked off. Leaving the scent of her expensive perfume behind.
For the first time since he was five-years-old, he heard nothing.
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