Chapter Sixteen
Sarai held tight to Reed’s prosthetic hand. Her grip was so absolute that she was glad his fingers weren’t flesh and bone, otherwise, she was sure she’d break them.
That kiss had nearly done her in. She’d been kissed before. Some of Europe’s most practiced playboys had sought her out thirty pounds ago. They all paled in comparison to the heat of Reed’s lips against hers. The warm, spicy gust of his breath as it brushed her cheek. The flutter of his lashes against her forehead. She was left lightheaded and dizzy in the face of a kiss that could run on daytime Disney.
She didn’t let go of him when they paraded down from the gazebo to greet his friends as husband and wife. She held tight to him as he led her to the makeshift dance floor outside the barn. She kept her finger
