Of course she shouldn't be picking up her own purse anyway, but old habits died hard. Her next-best bet was to open her mouth and see what came out—even sassy would be better than a mere squeak, but her voice disappeared completely when William's large hands got a firm grip on her arms just below the shoulders.Oh God, he's fixin' to throw me off the plane.The slightly crooked grin William had displayed just moments ago appeared again, transforming his face, tugging answering smiles from the others around him. Except Chloe. She was still too uncertain of her near future."You are far too grown up to be Moira. Last time I jaw you, you were a little girl!"She hadn't known she was holding her breath until necessity forced her to gasp in a fresh supply of oxygen. Which whooshed right back out again when William, his hands still firmly on her, dipped his head.Oh, God...His lips grazed first one cheek, then the other, in a touch so soft, so warm, so gentle, yet solid enough that she knew she'd been kissed.
