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His lips brushed her cheek, tender. “Listen.” His voice carried a
sensual, guttural rust that caused a stir within despite herself. “I
want to help. If this is what it takes …”
As he
trailed off, her lips parted as she finished his thought. “You would do
that?”
“If it was
what you really wanted,” he assured her. “If it was what you needed to
take your mind off whatever it is that’s driven you to tears. As I said,
I can’t stand to see you in pain.”
She shook her head. “I can’t use you. I won’t.”
“I’m not
anywhere near the man you deserve, but if it’s me you trust, you have
me. All you have to do is say so. I’d save you any day, and not just
because you saved me.”
The right
answer hovered on her tongue—refusal. But something forestalled it. She
shouldn’t consider. She shouldn’t want—not this way.
But what
other way was there? Especially now that her time was running out and
the cage door was so quickly closing on her?
She wanted
Charles Tyler. This might be her only chance to experience a woman’s
true pleasure. A man’s true loving.
“Dio,” she
breathed, unable to meet his gaze. She glanced around the cemetery once,
afraid of the ghosts listening on the edges.
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