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But somehow, Maddy simply could not make her brain accept the fact that she might never see him again, that he might never walk arrogantly and irritably through the front door of Queensmead, bringing with him that highly charged atmosphere that always seemed to be so much a part of him.

She closed her eyes. Max was far too alive to be dying. Her throat suddenly closed and her body started to tremble.

“Oh, God, please let him live,” Maddy prayed. Max wouldn’t want to die. She tried to picture him, her husband, lying white and still in his hospital bed, but she couldn’t. All she could visualize was the way he had looked the first time they had gone to bed together, when she had woken up to watch him with the eyes and the emotions of a woman deeply and bemusedly in love.

The smell of him on her skin, the taste of him on her mouth—these were sensations she would remember forever.

As she raised her cup to her lips, Maddy suddenly realized that her face was wet with tears.

Penny Jordan’s novels “… touch every emotion.” —Romantic Times