HE’D never been duped into seeking
entertainment in drying paint, but he found it impossible to tear his eyes away
from her evaporating footprints around the pool. Had she really stood here
before him? Had he really dug his fingers into her hips as she sank her teeth
into his shoulder?
The proof of their dalliance was
quickly disappearing into the summer heat and he didn’t expect the laws of
thermodynamics to change on his account. He’d taken her in the shadows—how could
he be so stupid to expect that passion to escape the shade?
HIS feet made their own path into
the sunshine, a bittersweet path of one that would inevitably disappear just as
quickly as hers had.
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