Charlotte Boyett-Compo- Wyndsheer - Plot & Excerpts
“Bossy woman.” “I’m getting cabin fever,” she grumbled. “When I come back--and provided the men are gone--we’ll go for a walk outside.” “I can’t wait,” she said as she began filling the sink pan with hot water from the stove. Taking a seat in the rocker, he watched her moving about the kitchen. It made his heart swell with contentment for it was a domestic scene in which he’d never expected to take part. When she was finished and was drying her hands on a towel, he pushed himself up--ignoring the ungodly ache that moved through his back--and went to her, encircled her in his arms, bringing her back to his front. “All I could think about while I was gone was you,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “All I could think about while you were gone was you,” she countered and rubbed her rump across the growing bulge in his jeans.
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