Authors: Kristen Callihan
Tags: #Fiction, #Historical, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Fantasy
Ma
rti
n
eased
o
ff
he
r
and
r
o
ll
ed
on
t
o
h
i
s
back
w
it
h
a
sa
ti
s
fi
ed
s
i
gh.
Pu
tti
ng
h
i
mse
lf
t
o
ri
gh
t
s,
Ma
rti
n
wa
t
ched
he
r
w
it
h
a
so
ft
sm
il
e.
“
I
canno
t
wa
it
un
til
we
a
r
e
ma
rri
ed.
”
T
h
e
y
h
a
d
only
just
st
a
rt
e
d
doing
this
.
For
th
e
long
e
st
ti
me,
th
e
y
w
e
r
e
me
r
e
ly
fri
e
nds
.
T
h
e
n
on
e
S
und
a
y
,
not
so
long
ago,
whil
e
w
a
lking
a
long
in
H
yd
e
Pa
rk
,
Ma
rtin
h
a
d
pull
e
d
h
e
r
clos
e
a
nd
kissed
h
e
r
.
I
t
h
a
d
stunn
e
d
M
ir
a
nd
a.
I
nd
ee
d
,
for
on
e
a
wfu
l
m
o
me
nt
,
it
h
a
d
f
e
lt
wrong
,
as
though
sh
e
w
e
r
e
kissing
h
e
r
broth
e
r
,
but
his
lips
m
ov
e
d
ov
e
r
h
e
rs
,
insist
e
nt
a
nd
n
ee
dy
,
a
nd
it
b
e
c
ame
lov
e
ly
a
nd
s
wee
t
.
K
i
ss
i
ng
g
r
ew
i
n
t
o
some
t
h
i
ng
of
an
obsession
w
it
h
Ma
rti
n,
and
he
sough
t
t
o
do
so
o
ft
en.
Bu
t
on
t
he
n
i
gh
t
he
’
d
asked
he
r
t
o
ma
rr
y
h
i
m,
t
hey
’
d
gone
beyond
k
i
ss
i
ng.
A
ft
e
r
a
ll
,
he
’
d
mu
r
mu
r
ed
as
he
i
nched
up
he
r
sk
irt
s,
t
hey
’
d
be
t
oge
t
he
r
a
l
ways.
I
t
had
hu
rt
t
ha
t
fir
s
t
ti
me
and
f
e
lt
awkwa
r
d,
no
t
at
a
ll
some
t
h
i
ng
she
wan
t
ed
t
o
r
epea
t
,
bu
t
t
he
ac
t
had
go
tt
en
be
tt
e
r
.
Now
she
was
as
eager
as
he
t
o
see
how
good
it
cou
l
d
ge
t
.
M
ir
a
nd
a
turn
e
d
on
h
e
r
sid
e
a
nd
touch
e
d
on
e
of
th
e
curls
at
his
t
em
pl
e.
“
I
t
wou
l
d
be
nic
e
to
do
this
in
a
bed,
a
nd
w
it
hou
t
c
l
o
t
h
i
ng.
”
Ma
rti
n
g
ri
nned,
h
i
s
b
l
ond
b
r
ows
w
i
gg
li
ng.
“
Mmm…
Wha
t
do
you
i
mag
i
ne
occup
i
es
my
t
hough
t
s
eve
r
y n
i
gh
t
?
”
T
h
e
y
l
a
ugh
e
d
tog
e
th
e
r
,
but
M
ir
a
nd
a
’s
l
a
ught
e
r
f
e
lt
f
o
r
c
ed.
S
h
e
w
o
u
l
d
n
ot
t
h
i
n
k
abo
u
t
—
w
ho
—
o
cc
u
p
i
ed
h
er
nightly
thoughts
.
I
t
f
e
lt
lik
e
a
b
e
tr
a
y
a
l
.
“
I
’
m
se
ri
ous,
Ma
rti
n.
”
She
r
an
he
r
fi
nge
r
s
t
h
r
ough
h
i
s
cu
rl
s
aga
i
n.
“
I
canno
t
wa
it
un
til
we
a
r
e
t
oge
t
he
r
as
man
and
w
i
f
e.
Y
ou
a
r
e
m
y
t
r
u
e
s
t
,
dea
r
e
s
t
f
r
i
e
n
d.
Y
ou
a
r
e
l
i
k
e
h
o
m
e
t
o
me.
And…
we
ll
,
I
wan
t
t
o
make
you
a
home
you
’ll
be
p
r
oud
o
f
.
”
To
ho
l
d
he
r
head
up
h
i
gh,
t
o
know
w
it
h
abso
l
u
t
e
ce
rt
a
i
n
t
y
wha
t
he
r
p
l
ace
was
w
it
h
i
n
wo
rl
d,
cou
l
d
t
he
r
e
be
any
t
h
i
ng
be
tt
e
r
?