Warmth filled her cheeks and she smiled brightly. She
continued to lean on her cane, but stood a little straighter admiring the man
approaching, his jaw, his nose, those bright blue eyes. If only he weren’t so
loyal to his dead wife, she would wrap her arms around him and take him into
her heart and bed.
He hunched, straightening to see the figure ahead, her round
hips, her high cheekbones. God, he loved her. If only her dead husband weren’t
his best friend, he would kneel…well, not that, worship her and make her his
wife and lover.
If only.
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