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Sarah sat listening to Bob Cranston reading the riot act, as she liked to call it, to the team. As she watched Frank listen in on the conversation going on across from her, she thought of what Frank had told her last night. Had God brought her here to heal? When she signed up for this adventure into hell, it had never occurred to her that it might not be about her son. And then there was the kiss. It had only been a simple kiss—okay, a long, fervent kiss—but now there was no going back to just being friends with Frank. They had crossed the line and now she was wondering where things would end up with them.
Conflicted, she stared off over the mountains. In her mind’s eye she could still see him pulling her up into his arms and feel the desire and need in his embrace.
“Sarah?” Bob Cran
