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Оглавление“Did he hurt you?” Jake asked.
“No.” Tara’s reply, muffled yet strong, kept him from turning the truck around and killing the man.
“What happened to your leg?”
“Nothing.”
“Honey, you limped all the way to my truck.”
“I know,” she said and then she started to cry in earnest. Jake tightened his hold around Tara. With the tip of his finger, he tilted her chin up and looked at her face. Her small brown freckles looked stark against the paleness of her skin. Her eyes and nose were red and tear streaks stained her cheeks. Wisps of her strawberry-blond hair, wet with tears, clung to her face.
He took his free hand and tucked her hair behind her ears. With the pad of his thumb, he traced the tear streaks.
Tara sighed, her sweet pink lips parting just slightly.
He bent down.
She lifted her chin just enough.
Jake kissed her. And when she wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling him closer, pushing her breasts up against his chest, he thought he might never stop kissing her….
