Five years later, on the anniversary of their wedding day, Sylvie and Caden found themselves alone at O'Connor Manor for the first time in months. Their daughter Lily was spending the night with Sylvie's sister Izzy and her husband, giving Sylvie and Caden the opportunity to rekindle the flames of passion that had burned so brightly in their early days together.

As Caden poured them each a glass of wine, Sylvie couldn't help but let her gaze roam over his muscular form, the way his shirt stretched taut across his chest and the way his jeans hugged his hips. She felt a familiar heat begin to pool low in her belly, a longing that had been suppressed for far too long.