The Reconstruction of Carla Millhouse
“It wasn’t long before his mind strayed from the task at hand to random thoughts of Carla. What was she doing now? Was she well? God, how he missed her and the memory of that stolen kiss wouldn’t fade. Did she miss him, too? No, of course, she didn’t. Why would she? She was stupidly too busy trying to win her unworthy husband back. He knew love was blind, but did she leave her good sense at the altar?
Okay, to be fair, she might miss him the way a friend misses another they haven’t seen for ...a while, but hardly anything more. How he wished she’d miss him the way he hungered for her. A day didn’t go by where he didn’t think of her. He’d never felt this way about another woman—not even his ex-fiancée. And deep down in his very soul, he knew he’d never desire any other woman the way he desired Carla. Ruefully he smiled; this time he hadn’t even almost made it to the altar.
Richard pictured Carla working at her desk, absentmindedly chewing on the end of her pencil, as she searched for that perfect-sounding word or picture that would capture the essence of what she wanted to say.MoreLess
Okay, to be fair, she might miss him the way a friend misses another they haven’t seen for ...a while, but hardly anything more. How he wished she’d miss him the way he hungered for her. A day didn’t go by where he didn’t think of her. He’d never felt this way about another woman—not even his ex-fiancée. And deep down in his very soul, he knew he’d never desire any other woman the way he desired Carla. Ruefully he smiled; this time he hadn’t even almost made it to the altar.
Richard pictured Carla working at her desk, absentmindedly chewing on the end of her pencil, as she searched for that perfect-sounding word or picture that would capture the essence of what she wanted to say.MoreLess
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