Warmth filled her cheeks and she smiled brightly. She continued to lean on her cane, but stood a little straighter admiring the man approaching, his jaw, his nose, those bright blue eyes. If only he weren’t so loyal to his dead wife, she would wrap her arms around him and take him into her heart and bed.
He hunched, straightening to see the figure ahead, her round hips, her high cheekbones. God, he loved her. If only her dead husband weren’t his best friend, he would kneel…well, not that, worship her and make her his wife and lover.
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