On Monday, the weather warmed even further. It felt like spring instead of December. As Cody shaved at the sink, the events of the last two days washed over him. He set the razor down, not sure his hands were steady enough to perform the delicate task safely. I don"t want to slit my own throat less than two weeks before my wedding.
I don"t want to slit my own throat less than two weeks before my wedding.Wedding. In a handful of days, he would be a married man.
Cody swallowed hard. He"d been waiting a long time for this. Now that it was almost upon him, he didn"t quite know what to think. He wasn"t a eunuch. The desire for intimacy with a woman had been just as strong for him as for anyone, but he hated hypocrisy. There was no way he could, with a clear conscience, promote celibacy and no
