by Jane Mortimer
"He couldn't possibly see any details in this light. But he kept looking as if he were trying to understand every line in her face. He touched her eyes, cheeks, and lips, very lightly. Then he unbuttoned the top of her shirt and kissed the hollow in her neck.
He'd lied to her, he'd kept things from her -- he was keeping things from her even now, she suspected -- and he'd killed a man in front of her.
And he touched her with incredible tenderness, as though she were something infinitely to be cherished. After the last two days it was like a blow. She felt tears start down her cheeks."
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