![]() ![]() She lifted her other hand to her bonnet and, pushing it back, let it fall to the floor. “You have what I need,” Passion breathed. Could she walk away? Everything she was made of-blood, bone, heart, and soul-begged her to stay. This man, this day, these circumstances would never happen again. This was the fork in the road-her last chance to retreat. The noisy chatter of voices floated over the top of the screen. Her breathing came fast, yet she was powerless to slow it. “Not two minutes from now, not five minutes from now.” With one hand, he slowly pulled free the ribbons of her bonnet. “If you want to say no, say it now.” He shook his head. The word had barely passed her lips when, with one quick glance over his shoulder, he pushed her behind the huge screen. His broad-shouldered frame blocked them from view as his hand slid to her breast. “I have what you need,” he said, his voice rough and urgent. ![]()
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