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Sylvia was forty-five when she walked in on her husband tangled in sheets that weren’t meant to be shared. The betrayal didn’t shatter her—it ignited her. For years she had been invisible, predictable, faithful. Now something molten moved beneath her skin, something that demanded to be seen. So when the nonrefundable anniversary trip to Cabo glared at her from the confirmation email, she made a reckless decision. Instead of canceling, she invited her impossibly handsome next door neighbor's college-aged son, freshly graduated at twenty-two, all sun-warmed smiles and quiet confidence. He had always looked at her a second too long, as if he saw the woman beneath the suburban armor. Cabo wrapped around them in heat and salt air. By the time evening wrapped around them, margaritas glistened as the ocean breathed against the shore. Sylvia wore a dress that clung in ways she’d forgotten she could. His gaze didn’t wander; it lingered. It traced. It promised. When they walked along the water, a wave rushed higher than expected, soaking them both. She laughed—really laughed—and he caught her by the waist to steady her. His hands were firm, warm, unapologetic. The contact sent a slow, aching spark through her, pooling low and dangerous. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, but his hands didn’t move from the curve of her hips. She was more than okay. She was alive. Desired. Electric. Under the moonlight, with the betrayal an ocean away, Sylvia let herself lean into the comfort between them. Not spiteful. Not for revenge. Just hungry for the way he looked at her—like she was woman worth wanting...