Her scent lingered on his skin, a combination of sweetness and something darker, more intensely female. He'd wanted to brand himself with 'her smell and he would have if she hadn't stopped him. He would have worshipped her. You did the right thing, Molly. You recognized a loser when you saw one. He could feel her hands on his shoulders as she pushed him away. He'd never forget the frantic, guilty look in her eyes. What the hell had he been thinking? You didn't get more off limits than Molly. She was a pregnant Madonna with a husband still out there somewhere, even if he was campaigning to be her ex-husband. Rafe knew how that particular story usually played out. In every marriage one partner loved, and the other was loved. Molly loved. He understood that. He knew it took more than divorce papers to break the chain. Maybe she thought there was still a chance for her and Chamberlain.
