Page 85 of First Love

“Don’t be greedy,” she said, as he touched his lips to her palm and the water dripped through her fingers.

“Me?” His blue eyes sparked with an inner fire and his fingers twined in her hair, dragging her face to bare inches from his own. “There’s only one thing on this earth I can never get enough of, lady,” he vowed, his voice growing gruff with conviction, “and you may as well know that one thing is you.”

His lips found hers, and as an owl hooted softly in the trees, Nadine was certain she heard the ghosts of the lake whisper their blessing on the rich boy of Gold Creek.

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