Wild Honey
“Her heart was still beating at a rapid pace and her body was glistening with perspiration, but she didn’t feel a bit tired. Quite the opposite, she was exhilarated.
Glancing at her reflection in the bathroom’s wall of mirrors, she saw the reckless twinkle in her eye and felt a flash of guilt. Laughter bubbled in her throat. Lord, but it had felt wonderful to have the last laugh on Marc Renaud. Luckily the water had broken his fall, she thought, stifling a giggle.
Enjoying herself thoroughly, she pulled her hair up into a loose chignon and began pinning the abundant golden mass into place. It was only as one of her dad’s stock sayings came to mind that the thought of consequences interrupted her muffled glee. Never laugh at live dragons.
“Uh-oh,” she murmured, halting in the act of securing her topknot, “if ever there was a live dragon.”
The sound of Marc’s wail echoed in her ears, raising goose bumps on her arms. He was going to kill her, of course. He would string her up by her ankle...s, stretch her on the rack, or try something uniquely French.MoreLess
Glancing at her reflection in the bathroom’s wall of mirrors, she saw the reckless twinkle in her eye and felt a flash of guilt. Laughter bubbled in her throat. Lord, but it had felt wonderful to have the last laugh on Marc Renaud. Luckily the water had broken his fall, she thought, stifling a giggle.
Enjoying herself thoroughly, she pulled her hair up into a loose chignon and began pinning the abundant golden mass into place. It was only as one of her dad’s stock sayings came to mind that the thought of consequences interrupted her muffled glee. Never laugh at live dragons.
“Uh-oh,” she murmured, halting in the act of securing her topknot, “if ever there was a live dragon.”
The sound of Marc’s wail echoed in her ears, raising goose bumps on her arms. He was going to kill her, of course. He would string her up by her ankle...s, stretch her on the rack, or try something uniquely French.MoreLess
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