I'll tell you what's wrong!" he roared, "I'm trying to quit smoking!" Then he strode angrily to the truck, leaving her standing there. She blinked her eyes, and slowly a smile stretched her lips. She strolled to the truck and got in. "So, are you homicidal or merely as irritable as a wounded buffalo?" "About halfway in between," he said through clenched teeth. "Anything I can do to help?" His eyes were narrow and intense. "It isn't just the cigarettes. Take off your panties and lock your legs around me, and I'll show you.
Linda HowardIโm going to go," he said. "All right." He didnโt move. Then: "I donโt want to." "Do it anyway." He chuckled. "Youโre a hard woman, Faith Devlin." "Hardy." "I didnโt know him. He isnโt real to me. Did you love him?" "Yes." But not the way I love you. Never like that.
Linda HowardWhat are you doing?โ she cried in protest. โPlaying,โ he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.
Linda HowardGod, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. "It took you long enough," she said gently. "What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power." "Meaning?" "That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now." He paused and turned his head to kiss her stomach.
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