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Оглавление“I like you , Celeste, even when you’re angry with me.”
Warmth flooded through her. The heat of desire. Lust. Sin.
“I don’t care whether you like me or not. I am not leaving.”
“Oh, yes, you are,” he replied, in that same low, seductive tone. “You can come quietly and obediently, like a good little nun, or I’ll have to carry you.”
She must be strong. Her faith, her duty and her self-respect must make her so. “I will not allow you to drag me through the village like some chattel.”
“I didn’t say I’d drag you. I shall pick you up and carry you—like a groom carries his bride across the threshold.”
She swallowed hard and fought to maintain her composure … such as it was. “I am a bride of Christ and shall never be a man’s.”
