Her lips throbbed from his kisses. Her whole body ached with a longing that ran deep. He was so impressively male, so strong. He’d had another tattoo on his lower leg, one she hadn’t noticed until he’d stripped in front of her. One she wanted to see again. And she wanted to see more of all of him.She moved to a more comfortable position as she thought about Malcolm Slade and her reaction to him. She’d never had to deal with anyone quite like him. Joie waited for nearly ten minutes and when he didn’t reappear in the yard, got slowly to her feet.Joie walked back into the kitchen. Tante had cleaned everything from breakfast. Now she packed clean linens and homemade medicines into her worn black satchel. Moving across the cool linoleum floor to the fridge, Joie fixed herself another glass of tea then turned to Tante Kay.“You knew there was something different about him the other night. You even said so. Why didn’t you tell me?”“Child, would you have believed me? You never seen anything like him before.
