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Michael didn’t want to pick up the envelope
again. Just looking at it sent knife-thrusts of anger lancing
through him, threatening the barrier he’d built between himself and
those painful memories. The dead man who’d written that letter had
nearly destroyed him once.
But Ilene stood there, looking at him with
eyes that begged him to do as she asked. As a boy, he’d never been
able to refuse her anything when she turned those big, brown eyes
on him. He would have sworn he’d put all that behind him long ago.
But even now, when he looked at her, the old anger mixed with a
revived hunger. The anger would still have won, but…he’d made a
bargain and she’d kept her part.
His stomach twisted into a hard knot.
Reluctantly, he forced himself to pick up the envelope, open it,
and
