“Her carefully controlled existence had shattered because she’d disregarded the one thing her father and grandmother had impressed upon her—to keep her wards intact and her allure contained. She’d sought pleasure; as a result, innocent people had suffered. To make matters worse, she’d hurt Michael’s feelings. After they left the hotel, he drove the rental car in silence, an uncharacteristic grim tension around his eyes and mouth while he slammed through the gears. She stared out the side window ...as the Bristol suburbs thinned out to be replaced by fields. Wincing, she touched her sore tummy and chest where she’d pressed too hard with the pen. None of thes symbols Michael had drawn on her back hurt. He’d been gentler with her than she’d been with herself. Inexorably, her gaze slid to his strong hands gripping the steering wheel. The sinewy strength of his wrists and forearms made her allure simmer behind her wards. She tried to ignore his thighs and the other interesting parts of him hugged by faded denim.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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