Wedding Bell Blues
“He lay still, holding Janie Dupree against his chest, and tried to solidify the pieces again.Cool light filtered through the curtains. He didn’t look at his clock, but he figured seven, or maybe six thirty. For a moment, he tried to remember how long it had been since he’d last slept with a woman in his arms. But it didn’t matter. Whenever it had been, it hadn’t been anything like last night.Nothing had ever been anything like last night.Janie’s body was curled against him now, small and lithe, almost like he’d cajoled some forest sprite into his room and then taken her to bed. Which made it sound like he’d seduced an elf.Except he hadn’t really seduced her because seduction implied some reluctance on her part, and as far as he could remember, Janie hadn’t been reluctant at all. Just the contrary, in fact—she’d been warm and willing and exciting as hell, the partner of his dreams.Whoa. He was moving into a dangerous area here. He’d only met her a week ago. Less than that really.
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