Chapter 32
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Chapter Thirty-Two
Emily rested her elbow on the kitchen table. She sipped on a cup of coffee, searching the hot black liquid for some sign or answer. The wall clock ticked; it was after eleven, and Bob had promised to return Katy before lunch on Sunday, so he could pull in anytime.
Brad had stayed all night. And true to his word, he’d made love to her throughout the night, waking her several times. Although tired, she felt more energized than she had in years. She’d cooked a big breakfast for Brad and Trevor. They’d lingered over a few cups of coffee. Neither wanted this to end. But he had no choice. He had a ranch to run. He needed to leave.
Never had Emily felt the intense comfort of being with the right guy. The one who sends your heart and soul to a natural high, and if they leave, you’d swear your heart will blister into a million pieces. Emily held up her bare ring finger and didn’t feel even a flicker of remorse, because, with Bob, she’d never experienced this kind of passion; this kind of bliss. Waking in Brad’s arms as he slowly entered her, was a passion far more vivid, more potent. She’d swear she’d died and gone to heaven, or someplace close. Even the shower they’d shared after the sun came up had been filled with such creative passion. Emily rinsed out her mug and wandered to the front window. She sighed, wishing for Brad to return. But he left after kissing her long and thoughtfully, without promises or frilly words—nothing. He had a dragon to slay; a conflict to end. Afterward, he’d return and be her everything.
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