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Оглавление“Ann Major pulls you into the story and doesn’t let go...”
—Rendezvous
“Cheyenne?” He Whispered Softly, Solemnly. “Are You Still Here, My Darling?”
Darling?
He had called her his darling.
She jumped at the gentleness of his husky voice, intending to run.
But he held her there in the soft, hot darkness.
Not with his hands or by any use of force. Not even with more huskily spoken words. His stark gaze was enough to make her know how much he needed her.
If he wanted her that much, she wanted to stay.
She wanted to go on lying with him.
And for a long time they did continue to lie together in the darkness, their legs and arms tangled, neither of them daring to speak again or bat so much as an eyelash for fear of frightening the other away.
