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“I can’t,” she admitted. “I can’t explain what I was doing on that plane. I suppose it’s possible we’ll never know, but if I’m to stay here—”
Оглавление“There’s no question of anything other,” came the harsh interruption.
Karen spread her hands. “Fine. I accept that. Only, we both have to make the effort to put things right between us. If you turn me down now…”
“You think me capable of it?” He threw back the sheet, revealing his nudity all the way down. He was already fully and heart-jarringly aroused. Karen felt her stomach muscles contract, the heat rush through her.
“You’re right,” he said on a softer note. “Our only recourse is to wipe the past from mind. Come.”
Her heart thudding like a hammer, every nerve ending in her body on fire, she reached the bed.
He said something in his own language, the words foreign to her ears yet somehow understandable. When he held out a hand to her, she went willingly into his arms.
