“Mr. Randal,” Tommy called out after him, jumping to her feet. She got a hold of his arm and spun him back. “Mr. Randal,” Tommy's voice sounded harsh and dry. “Stop it. Just stop it!” His eyes wavered, searching her face. There was the undeniable weight of attraction.
Tommy paused, softened her voice. “Look Mr. Randal. It’s ok. Really. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, here. You’re a healthy vibrant man and I’m guessing you’ve got this screwed up notion, that somehow, when you look at me, you are betraying a trust that you shared with Mrs. Randal. But if she’s half the woman you make her out to be... well don’t you think she would understand? It was a terrible accident, Mr. Randal, but she’s dead. No one expects you to die along with her. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
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