For a moment he simply let himself drink in the fact of Sunni’s proximity. His acute senses took in everything about her at once, from the pearly ovals of her fingernails to the way her black hair curved into points just below her cheekbones. For so long he’d watched her from a distance, and imagined her close-up, for so long she’d filled his thoughts, that to have her near enough to touch was a dream come true. But it had come with a price that might be too much for either of them to pay.Sunni looked nothing like Jacob’s wife. Jane had been tall and heavy-limbed, with untamable blond curls and a generous laugh that came from deep in her belly. She was strong enough to churn butter and wash sheets in a bucket and butcher and dress any animal on the farm. Sunni looked like a strong breeze could knock her over. They were as different as night and day, and yet Jacob felt things for Sunni that he had only ever felt for his wife. How could it be, that in the long span of history that encompassed Jacob and Richard’s lives, that Richard would covet the same two women as Jacob?
