Fearful of the truth, Emma focused on his face—her place of solace—and found his warmth so intense it tore the question from her lips. She stopped short of reaching for him, but the impulse control didn’t deter her from thinking of how his skin would feel under her fingertips, of all the places her hands could go. In some ways, she wished their love hadn’t been so pure, so full of innocence, because with him on her heart, nothing else would ever measure up.
The idea was yet another truth she’d have to accept or bury.
She swallowed, searching anew for the courage to broach the subject with Noah. “You said you knew who the woman was?”
–from HAWTHORNE (mystery / romance), a charity novella with all proceeds donated to Japan disaster relief.
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